Quotes About Beauty

The beauty is in finding, not in what you find ; that is just an excuse.

The sky is a free asset in design, and nothing unnecessary should be planted that takes away the sky.

The beauty of design ought to be totally incidental to the enterprise itself.

Beauty of office, is profession in place

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It's enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

For those of us (those that have the desire to explore the world unknown) that grew up going out into the wilds of the world...we got into our souls a sense of beauty.

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

The desire for beauty, the hunger for union, the passion to be part of something greater than self, all arise out of our bent to worship.

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire . . .

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

The impulse of modern art was this desire to destroy beauty.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.

Our desire is not only to SEE glory, but to participate in the glory we see.

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don't desire to look like that.

There will always be a desire for something new, fresh and innovative, as well as a yearning and respect for timeless elegance and beauty.

Suddenly I've got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ's body in the heavenly light.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the beauty, the desirability that had escaped me, but apparently only me.