Quotes About Beauty

The most extraordinary thing about the oyster is this. Irritation gets into his shell. He does not like them. But when he cannot get rid of them he uses the irritation to do the lovelist thing an oyster ever has the chance to do. If there are irritations in our lives today, there is only one prescription: make a pearl. It may have to be a pearl of patience, but…make a pearl. -In the Treasure Chest, ed. Charles L. Wallis

Iemand die van iemand anders houdt, zegt altijd dat dat komt doordat die ander zo mooi is, op een of andere manier, van buiten of van binnen, of allebei, - terwijl andere mensen daar vaak niets van zien, en meestal is het ook niet zo. Maar wie altijd mooi is, is degene die liefheeft, want hij heeft lief en wordt daardoor bestraald door dat licht.

In dat gedicht wilde ik de liefde vergelijken met het soort licht dat je vlak na zonsondergang soms tegen de bomen ziet hangen: van dat toverachtige licht. Dat is het licht, dat in iemand zit die van iemand anders houdt.

Ik denk dat hij het oog van de cycloon wilde zijn. Rondom wordt alles verwoest door orkanen, maar in het oog is het schitterend weer met een blauwe hemel.

En ook werden zij verlamd door de vreemde schoonheid van het tafereel: die wondermooie jongen met aan zijn voeten die wanschapen, twintig jaar oudere zwakzinnige, terwijl in de moestuin de pauw naar hen keek met een waaier van vijftig ogen.

Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

In een paroxysme van kleuren ging de hemel zich inmiddels te buiten aan een zonsondergang, zoals die in Europa alleen door een krankzinnige belichtingstechnicus verzonnen kon worden, waarop onmiddelijk ontslag zou volgen

How many scenes in your life like this have you missed? I think. The unseen beauty of nature. Like today.

A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.

Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light.

Retirement has been a discovery of beauty for me. I never had the time before to notice the beauty of my grandkids, my wife, the tree outside my very own front door. And, the beauty of time itself.

We flew gracefully between the complicated lattice of trusses like a pair of nymphs. Add our sexy outfits and transparent metallite alloy spacesuits to our naturally good looks, and you can see what I mean, can't you? I was swept with an overwhelming confidence in how beautiful I must look. That's it! It wasn't that we felt things were going too easily. The fact was, we were frustrated that there wasn't anyone around to admire us.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

See, an ugly person who goes after a pretty person gets nothing but trouble. But a pretty person who goes after an ugly person gets at least cab-fare.

The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.

Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is not mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.

The absence of a flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.

For dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life: it is life itself.

Possibility, infinity, beauty -- none of those words were right. [...] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of your ruin?

My hair looks like it had been purchased at a rummage sale after all the real hair was gone.

every beautiful and strange event made more poignant for having been photographed.