Quotes About Beauty

This woman…determination burned in her eyes. Fury hardened her muscles. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

All around the walls were espaliered apricot, peach and fig trees, and in the centre were squared beds of strawberries, currants, and sweet little musk-melons.

Danton himself was an astonishing man, with a face so scarred and ugly that it by-passed the normal rules of beauty and had an attractiveness of its own. At two he had been gored in the face by a cow, trampled by a herd of pigs at five, disfigured by small pox when he was ten, and kicked in the face by a bull when he was fourteen.

the flower gardens. And it will be the last chance

We have to have faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.

Not everything worth keeping has to be useful.

Not everything worth keeping needs to be useful

Looking closer can make something beautiful.

I)t's just as important to show the hard things in the world as it is to show the beautiful ones. Even in the midst of horrible things, there are little bits of wonder, and all of it's true.

Maybe when we see things all the time, we stop really looking at them. And it takes an artist, someone who can look past the ordinariness, to remind us how special they really are" -Lily

Cathrine pretty today. I nod, yes it's a very pretty day. Jason touches my arm. Cathrine pretty.

world as it is to show the beautiful ones.

I think art can take ordinary things and show them to you like it's the first time you've ever seen them. And you realize that even ordinary things aren't really ordinary at all" -Salma

Looking close can make something beautiful. Not everything worth keeping has to be useful. If you don't have the words you need, borrow someone else's.

Like twinned with unlike is beauty's shock.

Cultivation, old civilization, beauty, history! Surprising turnings of streets, shapes of venerable cottages, lovely aged eaves, unexpected and gossamer turrets, steeples, the gloss, the antiquity! Gardens. Whoever speaks of Paris has never seen Warsaw. [...] Whoever yearns for an aristocratic sensibility, let him switch on the great light of Warsaw.

In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom.

I do not know how to hold all the beauty and sorrow of my life.

In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse. Blossoming branches burgeon as they must. Some are long, some are short. Stay upright. Stay with life.

Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most.

And when people cease to believe that there is good and evil, Only beauty will call to them and save them So that they will know how to say: this is true and that is false.

How is it, Chloe, that your pretty skirt Is torn so badly by the winds that hurt Real people, you who, in eternity, sing The hours, sun in your hair appearing And disappearing? How is that your breasts Are pierced by shrapnel, and the oak groves burn, While you, charmed, caring not at all, turn To run through forests of machinery and concrete And haunt us with the echoes of your feet?

At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.