Quotes About Beauty

It is against the will of God to eat delicate food hastily, to pass gorgeous views hurriedly, to express deep sentiments superficially, to pass a beautiful day steeped in food and drinks, and to enjoy your wealth steeped in luxuries.

A good cook was like a good educator; his duty was solely to bring out the talent of the chicken and show it to best advantage, as a good teacher brings out the talent inherent in a young man. Granted that the original talent was there in the chicken, too much coaxing, stuffing, imposing, and spicing would merely distract from its simple beauty and virtue.

that it is not when he is working in the office but when he is lying idly on the sand that his soul utters, "Life is beautiful

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization.

He remained blind, however when it came to his wife's fitness. This was not because of poor eyesight, but despite it. He saw his dearest, loveliest Elizabeth as he beheld her decades before--- fetching and vigorous.

La capacità di apprezzare le cose ha il potere di trasformare la banalità in qualcosa di bello.

I have to hit the gym. I have beauty appointments. I have to work toward my next job and maintaining my image, just like an athlete.

It was God who made me so beautiful. If I weren't, then I'd be a teacher.

Maybe Chapman wasn't entirely crazy - live fast, die young, and be a good-looking corpse

Helena Rubinstein, captures this concept perfectly: "There are no ugly women, only lazy ones.

The attic of your beautiful throat is laced with owl and cobweb. Night sings north, the need of winter. Look up and know what will become of us is stars.

summer ends and autumn begins. The trees retract their sap in a hurry and the resulting bright colours must be a panic-stricken response to the sudden withdrawal of that life-blood. Because the sight's so beautiful, you forget what this gorgeous display actually represents. Decay and death. If only human death were so glorious.

She said, 'Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.' That was the beginning of my passion for design, textiles and William Morris, though I didn't know then that she was quoting him. She went to

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep. Clive Barker

At the core of misogyny is this paradigm: that men judge women by how they look, their physical beauty and its adornment by dress, while characterising the need to look beautiful as concrete evidence of female triviality.

She is not an attractive crier. Few children are. Matthew was an exception. He cried so elegantly.

The thing we are trying to say is in the language of leaves.

Remembering place is significant, and that includes each visitor to a place, insect, plant, animal, or the passing shadow of a cloud in golden sunlight.

She rubbed her face with a cream cleanser...and she followed it with a moisturizer that promoted itself as "revitalizing". She hadn't yet turned to "anti-aging," but she figured "revitalizing" was for over thirty and under forty, "anti-aging" was for over forty and under seventy, and then when you were seventy, you just told everybody to fuck off.

Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty above me, Beauty below me, I walk in beauty. Smoke

It's often about the simple things, isn't it? Painting and photography are first about seeing, they say. Writing is about observing. Technique is secondary. Sometimes the simple is the most difficult.

But the constricted light, the year closing down on itself with all the vacancies of January ahead, leave me unreconciled even to beauty.] When will you be coming back?

Despite the enormous evening sky spreading over most of the canvas, its moon no more than a tarnished coin, dull and flat, in a devalued currency; despite the trees, so dark themselves, stretching upward like supplicants, utterly leafless; despite what could be a face, rinsed of feeling, aimed in their direction, the two small figures at the bottom of this picture glow bravely in their carnival clothes, as if the whole darkening world were dimming its lights for a party.