Quotes About Beauty

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

love thou the rose: yet leave it on its stem

exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower; Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.

Dress is important. It's part of being human. It might as well be a thing of beauty, something you take real pleasure in doing. And maybe in the process, give other people pleasure. Though that's secondary.

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle. And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars.

She thought of death and of her own in particular: the death of her body and the death of her face.

She left the window - and I said to myself, The lady is dark. She moved forward a few steps - and I said to myself, The lady is young. She approached nearer - and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words failed me to express), The lady is ugly!

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be...

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.

The rugged, primitive hills sometimes soar to dizzying heights, then stretch downward into low-lying valleys and bottomlands where the cotton, soybeans, and corn have always prospered, and the splendid pines and hardwoods in both the hills and the bottoms lend a fine beauty to the hard earth.

The snow crisscrosses down and flurries up all afternoon, unaware it is snow or some of us are desperate.

When the second pain had passed, she stood up slowly and looked around. It was a beautiful morning, a fine world into which to bring someone. She could not let even [his] absence dim the joy her body and spirit felt in this moment. She had work to do, hard work. But it was something only she could do- she and the little body here within hers. Together they must bring forth life.

This, then, was what a glimpse of truth might be like; hard as stone, beautiful as stars, satisfying as bread.

Looking to the mountains around us, I saw that the mysterious artist who comes at night had paid us a visit. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.

I heard the "bam, bam, bam" of a woodpecker high in the top of a box elder snag. The cry of a kingfisher and the scream of a blue jay blended perfectly with the drum like beat. A barking red squirrel, glued to the side of a hackberry tree, kept time to the music with the beat of his tail. Each noise I heard and each sight I saw was very familiar to me but I never grew tired of listening and watching. They were a God-sent gift and I enjoyed them all.

Oh, lovely world,' thought Sarah, in love with life and all its varied richness.