Quotes About Beauty

If you want your life to be a small part of eternity, to be lucid even in the heart of madness, love... Love with all your strength, love as though it is all you know how to do, love enough to make the gods themselves jealous... for it is in love that all ugliness reveals its beauty.

Si la rose savait que sa grâce et sa beauté la conduisent droit dans un vase, elle serait la première à trancher la gorge avec sa propre épine.

Anyone who tells you that a greater symphony exists than the breath in your body is lying.

When a woman starts fussing over some physical defect, deny, deny, deny. Particularly if she says, "Tell me the truth.

I hate the enthusiasm of the masses for beauty.

Yet the misty spring rain softened the outline of the mountain across the river and made it even more beautiful. So gentle was the rain that they hardly knew they were getting wet as they strolled back toward the car, not even bothering to put up their umbrella. The slender threads of rain vanished into the river without a ripple. Cherry blossoms were intermingled with young green leaves, the colours of the budding trees all delicately subdued in the rain.

He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

In a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning.

Here in our mountains, the snow falls even on the maple leaves.

Your mother was such a gentle person. I always feel when I see someone like her that I'm watching the last flowers fall. This is no world for gentle people.

The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.

Even if you took it as cascading snowy mountains,it was not a cool snow-white. The cold of the snow and it's warm colour made a kind of music.

Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso

The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.

The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.

In the moonlight the fine geishalike skin took on the luster of a seashell.

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.

The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.

A voice so beautiful it was almost lonely, calling out as if to someone who could not hear, on ship far away.

My novel has found a beautiful soul. How shall I write it? Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.

As it became clear to Shimamura that he had from the start wanted only this woman, and that he had taken his usual roundabout way of saying so, he began to see himself as rather repulsive and the woman as all the more beautiful

Your ears are lovely, he said, but there's a kind of eerie beauty to your profile.

Qué eran, para un hombre de sesenta y siete años junto a una muchacha de una sola noche, la inteligencia, la cultura, la barbarie?