Quotes About Beauty

Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as driftwood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered: and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, the old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song.

Now it is thus with time in Elfland: in the eternal beauty that dreams in that honied air nothing stirs or fades or dies, nothing seeks its happiness in movement or change or a new thing, but has its ecstasy in the perpetual contemplation of all the beauty that has ever been, and which always glows over those enchanted lawns as intense as when first created by incantation or song.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

If you're sexy, everybody will love you. That's what I wanted -- for everybody to love me.

No utilitarian philosophy explains a snow crystal, no doctrine of use or disuse. Water has merely leapt out of vapor and thin nothingness in the night sky to array itself in form. There is no logical reason for the existence of a snow-flake any more than there is for evolution. It is an apparition from that mysterious shadow world beyond nature, that final world which contains—if anything contains—the explanation of men and catfish and green leaves.

But I do love the world," I whispered to the empty room. I love its small ones, the things beaten in the strangling surf the singing bird which falls and is not seen again, the lost ones, the failures of the world.

Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.

My funny valentine,Sweet comic valentine,You make me smile with my heart.Your looks are laughable,Unphotographable,Yet you're my fav'rite work of art.

Ningún hombre que se muera sin haber llorado alguna vez frente al mar puede decir que ha vivido.

You are beautiful. You are strong. You are enough. You don't need to be anything more. Or less.

But you are a charming and beautiful dunces, madame. And," he continued in French, "a charming and beautiful woman can get away with murder. Can you imagine that any man here would prosecute you for assassinating our language?

Ona je bila posjedni?ki nastrojena... i to zbog njega. To prekrasno, ludo stvorenje — ili slijepo i gluho stvorenje, Å¡togod bila — hladnokrvno je to izjavilo kao da govori: »Dodaj mi solenku«, bez imalo svijesti da se Zemljina os upravo snažno nagnula.

Venice she is like the beautiful cortigiana—the courtesan—who has"—Zeggio frowned, searching for the phrase he wanted—"dropped on the hours of trouble." "Fallen on hard times," James said. "Fallen on hard times," Zeggio repeated. He murmured the phrase to himself a few times. "I see. The same but not the same.

There is no personal achievement in being born beautiful.

The loveliest girl in Berlin, all the young men agreed.

But what are we so afraid of? It's not as if we're going to peer in those darker corners, flip on the light, and find a bunch of cockroaches. Fireflies love the dark too. There's beauty in those places. But we have to look in there to see it.

Fireflies love the dark too. There's beauty in those places.

Ongeacht hoe openhartig we als samenleving zijn over zaken die we vroeger angstvallig verzwegen, het stigma op onze emotionele problemen en zielenroerselen blijft immens. ... Maar waarvoor zijn wij dan zo bang? Het is niet alsof we een kijkje nemen in die duistere krochten, het licht aandoen en een stel kakkerlakken aantreffen. Vuurvliegjes houden ook van de duisternis. Er is schoonheid op die plekken.

She believes that her daughter was in agony and that she chose not to suffer; she needs to believe that through her death Kim now lives on a higher plane. Why else are flowers so beautiful? she says to me. why is the sky such a perfect shade of blue? There has to be more than the here and now.

What good was beauty with no one to share it? Alone, beauty was almost cruel.

The stars are beautiful—diamonds, twinkles, something you can wish upon. The space in between the stars is the sublime—cold, black, and infinite, something that inspires awe and fear.

During her lectures, she explains the difference between the beautiful and the sublime this way: The stars are beautiful—diamonds, twinkles, something you can wish upon. The space in between the stars is the sublime—cold, black, and infinite, something that inspires awe and fear.

she explains the difference between the beautiful and the sublime this way: The stars are beautiful—diamonds, twinkles, something you can wish upon. The space in between the stars is the sublime—cold, black, and infinite, something that inspires awe and fear.

History isn't only a subject; it's also a method. My method is, generally, to let the dead speak for themselves. I've pressed their words between these pages, like flowers, for their beauty, or like insects, for their hideousness. The work of the historian is not the work of the critic or of the moralist; it is the work of the sleuth and the storyteller, the philosopher and the scientist, the keeper of tales, the sayer of sooth, the teller of truth.