Quotes About Beauty

We should remember that all the arts are fine arts and all the arts decorative arts.

Es una triste verdad, pero hemos perdido la capacidad de dar nombres bonitos a las cosas. Los nombres lo son todo.

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal. But there is no literary public in England for anything except newspapers, primers, and encyclopaedias. Of all people in the world the English have the least sense of the beauty of literature.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

the poet must sing, and the sculptor think in bronze, and the painter make the world a mirror for his moods, as surely and as certainly as the hawthorn must blossom in spring, and the corn turn to gold at the harvest-time, and the moon in her ordered wanderings change from shield to sickle, and from sickle to shield.

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the hive.

addition to the landscape. No other shrub can bloom almost continuously from early summer until frost. And no

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Umie? si? cieszy?. Ze wszystkiego. Nie oczekiwa?, ?e w przysz?o?ci zdarzy si? co?, co b?dzie prawdziwe. Mo?liwe bowiem, ?e prawdziwe przychodzi w?a?nie teraz, a w przysz?o?ci nic pi?kniejszego ju? nie nadejdzie

When I felt better, I tried to remember what had been beautiful in my life. I did not think about love or how I had wandered all over the world. I did not think about night flights across the ocean or how I played Canadian hockey in Prague. I remembered walking along the brooks, rivers, ponds, and dams to fish. I realized that these were the most beautiful experiences in my life.

Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing, Leave a house empty, it rots.

Even as a cow she was lovely.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

Darkness makes any woman fair.

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight

He gazes at her lips, and knows that gazing Is not enough. He marvels at her fingers, Her hands, her wrists, her arms, bare to the shoulder, And what he does not see he thinks is better. But still she flees him, swifter than the wind

All that remained of Daphne was her shining loveliness

Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua. — Venus & Adonis, May 1593

And warns us to use life's beauty as it blooms. The thorn is spurned when the rose has dropped.

Male beauty's better for neglect.

Thus earth of late so rude, So shapeless, man, till now unknown, became.

Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.