Quotes About Beauty

The magic here is not spectacular courage in one or two battles but the glamour of commitment to death at the peak of youth and beauty: the poignancy of the exhib-itionistic narcissism of youth determined once and for all on magnificent expenditure rather than slow wasting and remorseless physical deterioration.

I think of you, of the lake, of the city, of the burning days on the shore, in the sand, of the shadowy paths, of the musical breath of the air. The water is quiet, blue, I'd like to lie in a boat in the reeds, I don't want to speak, everything around me will tell you what I'm sensing.

Nicht Schöneres unter der Sonne als unter der Sonne zu sein.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses. - Ovid

Life is hard. But life is beautiful. And it will always, always be worth the struggle.

Under his appreciative gaze, she felt beautiful. Powerful in the way a woman feels when a man looks at her with desire in his eyes.

Even a caterpillar gets to turn into a butterfly. Am I ever gonna be pretty, Daddy?

Bu kusurlu dünyada her ?ey kusurluysa kendi kusursuz kusurlulu?u içinde en kusursuz olan?d?r a?k.

Kuru kafa resmi, hemen hemen bir ç?plak kad?n kadar ilginçtir.

I was deeply in love with my mother. She was very beautiful and in many ways unattainable. She changed between being very cold and very warm, and she would reject us children on and off. You never quite knew what she would do. But I was very certain of one thing: I loved her passionately. That's one of my earliest childhood memories. That I had such strong ties to my mother.

Yet it was precisely these points which marked out van Gogh's own view of beauty, based on the people in his environment, who were admittedly not beautiful, but who embodied his idea of truth.

and I am quite sure that they are worth being painted.

This isn't business. This is poetry.

Beauty is a call to admiration, not to action.

Pur non avendo il crepuscolo ancora ceduto il passo alla notte, le scintille del falò luccicavano come fatui frammenti di stelle. Marie, la testa sulle ginocchia, pensava che anche la sua vita era come quei guizzi luminosi che si spegnevano in un batter d'occhio.

Il fiore perde la freschezza e il profumo; ma la memoria del fiore ci rimane nell'anima incorruttibile ed odorosa per sempre!

Of thee I sing, baby,You have got that certain thing, baby,Shining star and inspirationWorthy of a mighty nation,Of thee I sing!

Beautiful hours move so quickly.

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning—raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.

I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.

On such a night,' I thought, 'were ill and good, Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry, All mingled into one And pressed against my heart.

Beautiful hours move so quickly. ? Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly . (Berkley; 2nd ed. edition January 4, 2005) Originally published 1966

How sad the world is, so beautiful yet so absurd...

All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.