Quotes About Beauty

There's a small part of my heart that's always sad Part of me that walks with a slow aching step Forever longing The beauty of that To be forever longing Too much joy makes the time pass too quickly A bit of sadness slows things down so you can see it

Her mouth is a soft explosion of roses A burst of raw animal definition For a few moments I was mortal

The countryside is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. Thatched roofs on the houses. Snow everywhere, the sky is so blue. I'm 22 years old today.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Girls aren't beautiful, they're pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else.

Like what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!Shining nowhere but in the dark;What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,Could man outlook that mark!

When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair, Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sunshine!

And here in the dust and dirt, O here, the lilies of His love appear.

He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown

Romance is the poetry of literature.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,And Edith with golden hair.

From the waterfall he named her,Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

I remember the black wharves and the slips,And the sea-tides tossing free;And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,And the beauty and majesty of the ships,And the magic of the sea.

Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Books are not made for furniture,but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.