Quotes About Beauty

Why Are Your Poems so Dark?" Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn't the white page seem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light, he didn't banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small mole on your left cheekbone. Or did you mean to ask "Why are you sad so often?" Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed. Linda Pastan, Poetry (August 2003

I G U A Z U V O Y F A L L S P O O L S

Men recorded their experiences and called it history; men looked about the world and called their observations science; men wondered about the existence of God and the problem of evil and called their speculations theology; men did handiwork and called it art; men made up stories, wrote them down and called them literature; men thought about such topics as truth, beauty, justice, and the nature of existence and called their opinions philosophy.

Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see.

If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.

It was a love of the air and sky and flying, the lure of adventure, the appreciation of beauty. It lay beyond the descriptive words of men -- where immortality is touched through danger, where life meets death on equal plane; where man is more than man, and existence both supreme and valueless at the same time.

Beauty reminds us of our inadequacies, of our mortality, of our limits. Beauty tells us of our short-comings, but also of what is possible.

Love, like Beauty, is suppose to take you somewhere. It has the possibility (the promise?) of taking you closer to yourself, closer to God, closer to life, to Spirit, to Mystery. No matter what you are loving.

Perhaps Beauty, real Beauty, is actually the opposite of feeling inadequate, it's feeling full and accepted and part of the ever-present life refulgent around you.

Beauty is grace and confidence. I've learned to accept and appreciate what nature gave me.

Even dead, we bony creatures do our best to leave a mark-- if not a mask of beaten gold or a casket engraved with feathers, perhaps a richer concentration of fungus, a patch where grass is younger and thicker, a sunken place in a field.

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.

Topiary has always seemed like a good occupation, comparable in some ways to writing short fiction.

You say that if we hadn't just gotten married, you would want to marry Miss Arkansas. Even if she can't spell. She can sit on her hair. A lover could climb that hair like a gym rope. It's fairy-tale hair, Rapunzel hair. We saw her practicing for the pageant in the hotel ballroom with two wild pigs, her hair braided into two lassoes.

Becka was almost good looking enough to be on a reality dating show, but not funny looking or sad enough to be on one of the makeover shows.

At one point I had a romanticized notion about mathematics; the idea of all-consuming beauty, so to speak. But outside of numerical analysis, mathematics must be practical, which is, by any rubric, only slightly different that any other reality.

Beauty and its allowance to be selective is a magic reserved for young women, not old girls.

Mathematics is the most beautiful world. Everyone has their own entry key and the freedom to discover as much of it as they want.

Fairy tales and mythology have always been an exaggerated distillation of the real world. Think of them as blueprints for how to deal with a multitude of situations that can arise in a person's life. The beauty of them is that their analogies resonate so deeply and they also entertain while they teach.

Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians--they're the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker.

Und voll grimmigen Triumphes, laut, rein und schön, in die Nacht hinein sprach er: "Thanatos, Thanatos.

The gap between most people's capacity to conjure beauty from scratch and to merely recognize it when they see it is the width of the Atlantic Ocean.

Lo, everything that made me pretty was intrinsic to motherhood, and my very desire that men find me attractive was the contrivance of a body designed to expel its own replacement.

They had no comprehension of why anyone would seek out a film with an unhappy ending or buy a painting that wasn't pretty.