Quotes About Beauty

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

A small house must depend on its grouping with other houses for its beauty, and for the preservation of light air and the maximum of surrounding open space.

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

I write very simple and very naked. That's why it wounds. I'm a grey and blue landscape. I rise in a dry fountain and in the cold light.

I will surpass myself in waves, ah, Lord, and may everything come and fall upon me, even the incomprehension of myself at certain white moments because all I have to do is comply with myself and then nothing will block my path until death-without-fear, from any struggle or rest I will rise up as strong and beautiful as a young horse.

The sea, the sea's swell, silent and breathless.

her short stories read like perfect songs.

E, se atravessara o amor e o seu inferno, penteava-se agora diante do espelho, por um instante sem nenhum mundo no coração. Antes de se deitar, como se apagasse uma vela, soprou a pequena flama do dia.

Her brown eyes were untranslatable…She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.

En este instante-ya estoy envuelta en un vago deseo difuso de maravilla y en millares de reflejos de sol en el agua que brota de la fuente de un jardín maduro de perfumes, jardín y sombras que invento ya y ahora y que son el medio concreto de hablar en este mi instante de vida. Mi estado es el de jardín con agua que fluye.

She transformed herself into organic simplicity. And she'd figured out how to find in simple and honest things the grace of sin.

he thinks that flowers are hauntingly delicate like a sigh of nobody in the dark.

A feiura é o meu estandarte de guerra. Eu amo o feio com um amor de igual para igual.

My world today is raw, it is a world of great vital difficulty. Because, more than a star, today I want the thick and black root of the stars, I want the source that always seems dirty, and is dirty, and that is always incomprehensible. It is with pain that I bid farewell even to the beauty of a child - I want the adult who is more primitive and ugly and drier and more difficult, and who became a child-seed that cannot be broken between the teeth.

Flores envenenadas na jarra. Roxas azuis, encarnadas, atapetam o ar. Que riqueza de hospital. Nunca vi mais belas e mais perigosas. É assim então o teu segredo. Teu segredo é tão parecido contigo que nada me revela além do que já sei. E sei tão pouco como se o teu enigma fosse eu. Assim como tu és o meu.

In a state of grace, one sometimes perceives the deep beauty, hitherto unattainable, of another person. And everything acquires a kind of halo which is not imaginary: it comes from the splendor of the almost mathematical light emanating from people and things. One starts to feel that everything in existence - whether people or things - breathes and exhales the subtle light of energy. The world's truth is impalpable.

she had stared through the window at a little old lady in the sun, grubby, light and quick – a branch quivering in the breeze. A dry branch where there was so much femininity, Joana had thought, that the poor dear could have a child if life hadn't dried up in her body

The room was the opposite of what I'd created in my home, the opposite of the soft beauty I'd made from my talent for arrangement, my talent for living, the opposite of my serene irony, of my sweet and absentminded irony: it was a violation of my quotation marks, the quotation marks that made me a citation of myself. The room was the portrait of an empty stomach.

when art is good it is because it touched upon the inexpressive, the worst art is expressive, that art which trangresses the piece of iron and the piece of glass, and the smile, and the scream.

from any struggle or rest I will rise up as strong and beautiful as a young horse.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme beauty and intimate beauty is within it.

I want to see birds flying or perched in trees—but far from my hands.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.