Quotes About Beauty

Everything you do either adds to the beauty of the world or takes away from it.

The media create this wonderful illusion-but the amount of airbrushing that goes into those beauty magazines-the hours of hair and makeup! It's impossible to live up to, because it's not real.

Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.

There is to my mind no doubt that the concept of beautiful had its roots in sexual excitation and that its original meaning was sexually stimulating.

What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons.

Remember always that the composer's pen is still mightier than the bow of the violinist; in you lie all the possibilities of the creation of beauty.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization.

The playful search for beauty.

There's beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

Beautiful works do not intoxicate, but they enchant.

The reason the all-American boy prefers beauty over brains is that the all-American boy can see better than he can think.

A garden is a thing of beauty and a job forever.

the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

The goddess of beauty is the goddess Kitsch.

I believe that beauty is a basic service.

I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.

My big thing is to make sure the lipsticks taste good when you kiss. And, well, so far they taste pretty darn good.

Accuracy is, in every case, advantageous to beauty, and just reasoning to delicate sentiment. In vain would we exalt the one by depreciating the other.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

I am corrupted to the bone with the beauty of this forsaken world.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.