Quotes About Beauty

And once I knew a meditative rose that never raised its head from bowing down, yet drew its inspiration from the stars. It bloomed and faded here beside the road, and, being a poet, wrote on empty air with fragrance all the beauty of its soul.

O May! your cheeks are sunset skies, Which the lips of the verge shall press, And the amber clouds caress-- Drifting along in the light which lies Over your soul-lit, jasmine eyes, In all its golden tenderness!

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.

I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Glorious white birds in the blue October heights over the solemn unrest of ocean—their passing was more than music, and from their wings descended the old loveliness of earth which both affirms and heals. IV

Nature has its unexpected and unappreciated mercies.

El mundo de hoy está exangüe por la falta de cosas elementales, de fuego ante las manos, de agua manando de la tierra, de aire, de tierra amada bajo los pies. Cuanto más tiempo llevaba allí, más ávido estaba de conocer esta costa y compartir su vida misteriosa y elemental.

We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure--full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.

William Blackstone had laid out a farm and orchard, and built him a house on the western slope of one of the hills, whence he could see the sun set across the windings of the river Charles, and over the wide brown marshes through which it made its way.

Of all the girls that are so smart,There's none like pretty Sally.She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.

Rose and lily, white and red, From my garden garlanded, These I brought and thought to grace The perfection of thy face. Other roses, pink and pale, Lilies of another vale, Thou hast bound around thy head In the garden of the dead.

In the eaves a swallow cri'th, And hark, the sound of whetting, Whetting and whetting the scythe On the dewy lawn: O blithe, Blithe sound, there's no forgetting.

Dearest, these household cares remit; And while the sky is blue today, Here in this sunny shelter sit, To list the blackbird's lay.

In the world of nature we find the poets moved even to passion by objects that we hardly notice, or from long familiarity have come to ignore. Their strong emotion arises from their fresh vision.

'Twas in this lovely garden first I saw your loveliness displayed; You sat; my heart was high, and durst Sit by you wondering, undismay'd; You rose: my heart fell on its face And knew the Genius of the place.

At that moment there were two feelings inside Celeste's tiny, rapidly beating heart that made her feel as full, and as empty, as a gourd. The sheer beauty of this moment was perfect and sublime. But she was alone.

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No one who is not utterly blind can fail to see that God gathered all the beauty of which the whole world is capable of in woman.

The eye is the jewel of the body.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!