Quotes About Beauty

Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry.

What you have to realize when you write poetry, or if you love poetry, is that poetry is just naturally the greatest god damn thing that ever was in the whole universe

What other people may find in poetry or art museums, I find in the flight of a good drive.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

But the gravest difficulty, and perhaps the most important, in poetry meant solely for recitation, is the difficulty of achieving verbal beauty, or rather of making verbal beauty tell.

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns.

Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor.

But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.

Poetry is philosophy's sister, the one that wears makeup.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

Aviation is poetry ... It's the finest kind of moving around, you know, just as poetry is the finest way of using words.

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

The beauty of poetry is that the creation transcends the poet.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.

Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem.