Quotes About Beauty

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

DIALÉTICA É claro que a vida é boa E a alegria, a única indizível emoção É claro que te acho linda Em ti bendigo o amor das coisas simples É claro que te amo E tenho tudo para ser feliz Mas acontece que sou triste...

A felicidade é como a gota De orvalho numa pétala de flor Brilha tranquila Depois de leve oscila E cai como uma lágrima de amor

PÔR-DO-SOL EM ITATIAIA Nascente efêmeras Em clareiras súbitas Entre as luzes tardas Do imenso crapúsculo. Negros megalitos Em doce decúbito Sob o peso frágil Da pálida abóbada Calmo subjacente O vale infinito A estender-se múltiplo Inventando espaços Dilatando a angústia Criando o silêncio...

Essa mulher que a cada amor proclama A miséria e a grandeza de quem ama E guarda a marca dos meus dentes nela. Essa mulher é um mundo! – uma cadela Talvez... – mas na moldura de uma cama Nunca mulher nenhuma foi tão bela!

I look forward to making you feel the same way. It's a most enjoyable sensation, like honey in the bones, and if you were a real woman instead of a repressed little English spinster, you would delight in your ability to make a man feel — aroused.' She backed away from him, feeling a distracted urge to hide herself away from him, as she used to when a child and relatives made a fuss of Alberta because she was much prettier.

As you say, I can feel it and I can smell it, but for me it's still a black rose.

But there was a salve for her wound: she could always die now, because she had drawn all her benefits from the apricot trees in autumn. Seeing them was her whole life compressed into an instant's dream.

As long as rivers shall run down to the sea, or shadows touch the mountain slopes, or stars graze in the vault of heaven, so long shall your honor, your name, your praises endure.

Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.

Her walk revealed her as a true goddess.

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

We have made you [Priapus] of marble for the time being.

What if Amyntas is dark? Violets are dark, too, and hyacinths.

Give me handfuls of lilies to scatter.

All aglow is the work.

Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.

I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.