Quotes About Beauty

Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.

We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.

Adoration is love overwhelmed by the beauty, the power, the immense grandeur of the loved object. Love then falls into a kind of faint, into a full and profound silence. It is also the final effort of a soul that is overflowing and can no longer speak."   ELIZABETH OF HUNGARY

The beautiful is the radiance which something gives off simply because it is something, because it exists.

Prin instruirea sufletului s?u, potrivit imaginilor frumuseÈ›ii obiective, omul care se maturizeaz? trebuie s?-È™i însuÈ™easc? treptat arta discern?mântului, adic? a desluÈ™irii frumosului în sine.

F?r? cunoaÈ™terea estetic?, nici raÈ›iunea teoretic?, nici cea practic? nu pot s?-È™i ating? împlinirea total?.

FrumuseÈ›ea ca înzorzonare ÅŸi alunecare decadent?, sedus?, în puterea pl?cerii ÅŸi pl?cerea puterii, st? contra frumuseÈ›ii adoraÈ›iei ÅŸi a slujirii unicului Dumnezeu glorios.

Beauty is the last thing which the thinking intellect dares to approach, since only it dances as an uncontained splendor around the double constellation of the true and the good and their inseparable relation to one another.

Con seguridad, la esencia de una gran obra de arte no ha consistido nunca en procurarle a la «naturaleza» una reproducción plena y fiel, un retrato.

La significatividad inherente a lo bello del arte, de la obra de arte, remite a algo que no está de modo inmediato en la visión comprensible como tal.

I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.

The wall was an eyesore in its newness, grayness, lack of grace. That much blank space might not set a regular person's blood racing, but to an artist, it's like opening up a new sketchpad, the kind with heavy textured paper. Impossible to leave it empty.

while they read and talked together, there was opened before them the great book wherein God has written, in the language of mountain, and tree, and sky, and flower, and brook, the things that make truly wise those who pause to read.

Her face was a face to go with one through the years, and to live still in one's dreams when the sap of life is gone.

I took off my sweatshirt and dropped it on the grass and set off around the track. As soon as I started running, the world changed. The bodies spread out across the green of the football field were parts of a scene remembered, not one real at this moment. The secret of effort is to keep on, I told myself. Not for the world would I have stopped then, and yet nothing- not even if I had been turned handsome as a reward for finishing- could have made up for the curious pain of the effort.

With flowers the sex is up-front and x-rated.

too much explanation can take the pleasure out of any poetry. (Preface, vii)

On the subject of "personal beauty," for example, Lincoln merrily confided he felt fortunate that "'the women couldn't vote,' otherwise the monstrous portraits of him which had been circulated during the canvas by friends as well as by foes would surely defeat him.

Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.

But death permits you To arrange your hours While he sucks the honey From your lovely flowers

And far down the hill, below her, the multicolored lights of Los Angeles shimmered through her tears.

At forty-eight, she was still a strikingly handsome woman with thick, dark hair, almond eyes, a soft, full-lipped mouth