Quotes About Beauty

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All good looks are a snare. They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde THE PREFACE The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things

He is some brainless beautiful creature who should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.

This portrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul.

Romantic art begins with its climax.

Marriage is a matter for common sense. But women who have common sense are so curiously plain, father, aren't they? Of course I only speak from heresay? No woman, plain or pretty, has any common sense at all, sir. Common sense is the privilege of our sex.

How good to see the moon! She is like a little piece of money. You would think she was a little silver flower. The moon is cold and chaste. I am sure she is a virgin, she has a virgin's beauty. Yes, she is a virgin. She has never defiled herself. She has never abandoned herself to men, like the other goddesses.

Love is a more wonderful thing than art.

Cecily: "Miss Prism says that all good looks are a snare" Algernon: "They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in." Cecily: "Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.

And your eyes, they were green and grey Like an April day, But lit into amethyst When I stooped and kissed; And your mouth, it would never smile For a long, long while, Then it rippled all over with laughter Five minutes after. You were always afraid of a shower, Just like a flower: I remember you started and ran When the rain began. I remember I never could catch you, For no one could match you, You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, Little wings to your feet.

Miss Prim says that all good looks are a snare.' 'They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in.' 'Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Shall Joy wear what Grief has fashioned?

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student; but in all my garden there is no red rose.

Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine.

Why, my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you—well, of course you have an intellectual expression, and all that. But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid.

To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders...It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances

What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

Nature is no great mother who has home us. She is our own creation. It is in our brain that she quickens to life. Things are because we see them, and what we see and how we see it depends on the arts that have influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins.

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world.

If a work of art is rich and vital and complete, those who have artistic instincts will see its beauty, and those to whom ethics appeal more strongly than aesthetics will see its moral lesson. It will fill the cowardly with terror, and the unclean will see in it their own shame. It will be to each man what he is himself. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.