Quotes About Beauty

When you're in pain, you're genuinely very, very alive, and that's beautiful. Especially emotional pain.

The brilliance of art as a collectible is that it has a way of reaching out on an emotional level. It touches on mystery, even spirituality.

Music can always serve a role in people's lives when it's emotional and warm and inviting and beautiful.

I grew up with classical music when I was a ballet dancer. Now when I have to prepare an emotional scene, to cry or whatever, I listen to sonatas. Vivaldi and stuff. It's just beautiful to me.

Beauty ensnares hearts, captures minds, and stirs up emotional wildfires. From Plato to pinups, images of human beauty have catered to a limitless desire to see and imagine an ideal human form.

For the book to succeed, it has to have equal parts ugliness and beauty, counterpoints adding up to emotional complexity. To me, there's a dignity in letting your art be emotionally complex.

You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and forever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm.

I want to make it clear,if there is ever a conflict [between environmental quality and economic growth], I will go for beauty, clean air, water, and landscape.

Thanks to the growing strength of environmental organizations, there will always be some back country to provide us with a touch of wonder and a breath of fresh air.

We can never have enough of Nature.

In places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.

He looked from His heavens and saw it was good, the toes and the crows all looked like they should. The bunny was quick, the finch bright as a daisy, the owl flew at night, and the tortoise was lazy.

Equality of Ugliness: If we can't all live in a beautiful place we must all live in an ugly place.

The beauty myth is always actually prescribing behaviour and not appearance.

Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.

The renown which riches or beauty confer is fleeting and frail mental excellence is a splendid and lasting possession.

The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry.

There is no beauty unaided, no excellence that does not sink to the barbarous, unless saved by art.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

It seems then that it is not the excellence of any two things (or more) in themselves, but those two things as viewed by the light of each other, that makes beauty.

The Greek temple is the creation, par excellence, of mind and spirit in equilibrium.

Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.