Quotes About Beauty

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I'm just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

Hallelujah" "Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah....

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

Games are nature's most beautiful creation

As I grew older, I understood that instructions came with this voice. What were these instructions? The instructions were never to lament casually. And if one is to express the great inevitable defeat that awaits us all, it must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty.

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios....

We've got to learn to love appearances.

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you're tired. You look like you could go on forever.

I DRAW ASIDE THE CURTAIN. You mock us with the beauty of your world.

There is a religious hallelujah, but there are many other ones[....] When one looks at the world, there's only one thing to say, and it's hallelujah. That's the way it is.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That's how the light gets in.

When my heart is broken as usual over someone's evanescent beauty and design after design they fade like kingdoms with no writing

Don't matter if you're rich and strong Don't matter if you're weak Don't matter if you write a song The nightingales repeat Don't matter if it's nine to five Or timeless and unique You ditch your life to stay alive A thousand kisses deep

SIT IN A CHAIR AND KEEP still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves, and let him serve God in beauty.

Brevman conosce una ragazza di nome Shell che si è fatta fare i buchi alle orecchie per mettersi lunghi orecchini di filigrana. I fiori si sono infettati e adesso lei ha una piccola cicatrice su ciascun lobo. Lui le ha scoperte sotto i capelli di lei. (…) I bambini mostrano le cicatrici come medaglie. Gli amanti le usano come segreti da svelare. Una cicatrice è quello che succede quando la parola si fa carne.

I saw you watching the moon you did note hesitate to love me with it I saw you honouring the wind-flowers caught in the rocks you loved me with them

And some women, Breavman thought, women like Shell, create [beauty] as they go along, changing not so much their faces as the air around them. They break down old rules of light and cannot be interpreted nor compared. They make every room original.

Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

The closer things get to nonexistence, the more exquisite and evocative they become. Consequently to experience wabi-wabi means you have to slow way down, be patient, and look very closely.

In the realm of aesthetics, reason is always subordinate to perception.