Quotes About Beauty

If our hearts are ready for anything, we are touched by the beauty and poetry and mystery that fill our world.

I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.

If your vision of the world is of a certain kind you will put poetry in everything, necessarily.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

We cannot overlook the importance of wild country as source of inspiration, to which we give expression in writing, in poetry, drawing and painting, in mountaineering, or in just being there.

Poetry is a perfectly reasonable means of overcoming chaos.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Let yourself become living poetry.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass Cannot keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

Poetry has been the longest pleasure of my life.

Nothing is so improving to the temper as the study of the beauties either of poetry, eloquence, music, or painting.

The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.

Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.

As music is the poetry of sound, so is painting the poetry of sight and the subject-matter has nothing to do with harmony of sound or of color.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.