Quotes About Beauty

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The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

The ears are the last feature to age.

How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?

the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light

Fashion is never wrong.

Organized religion kills the living beauty of God.

Those fools, the poets, compare a girl in the bloom of youth to a flower. But that's not right; flowers are too tough. A soap bubble would be better. A thing of wonder, too fragile to exist.

Jane never forgot her first Easter day at Moor End. Many times later in her life she came back to the place she had learned to love but the memory of this one day never faded. Everything about the day was right. The weather was perfect. Sun, cloud, wind, and blue skies. An April day. Everything was fresh and clean. Everything was growing again and even Jane could sense something of the message of Easter.

Turns out, I couldn't catch them - or even get close to them. I realized that sharks are amazing, beautiful animals who have absolutely no interest in checking me out.

You bring me bliss, my rainbow child.

Don't you think I'm beautiful, Callum?' Lynette whispered. 'yes' I replied truthfully 'very.

those glossy magazines with impossibly beautiful women on the cover and inside. Women with polished mahogany skin who looked like they'd never had a pimple in their lives – nor a decent meal either come to that. Women with teeth which shone like fresh snow in sunshine.

Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins to sprout. The colors that brighten the darkness of the stairs, the scents that perfume the air. Must I climb alone the petal-strewn trail of your descent?

Wisdom fears no thing, but still bows humbly to its own source, with its deeper understanding, loves all things, for it has seen the beauty, the tenderness, and the sweetness which underlie Life's mystery

What was knowledge, what was truth, beauty, love, idealism, philosophy, or religion when compared to man's desire to control an infinitesimal spot in the fields of Cosmos for an inestimably minute fragment of time?

While superstition hates all things, wisdom, with its deeper understanding, loves all things; for it has seen the beauty, the tenderness, and the sweetness which underlie Life's mystery.

All, however, are woven by these three Sisters-thought, action and desire- with which the ignorant build walls of mud and bricks of slime between themselves and truth; while the pure of heart weave from these radiant threads garments of celestial beauty.

I'm not a fetishist, but I love feet. When I see feet, it's simply beautiful.

At the king's landing stage, the heads of stone beasts swim in the water, and so do their own shapes, the shapes of gentleman, their forms broken by ripples, and the everted queen flickering like a flame in a glass; around them, the dance of mild afternoon sunshine, and a flood of birdsong.

The most beautiful images are often the least honest.

O último poema Assim eu quereria o meu último poema. Que fosse terno dizendo as coisas mais simples e menos intencionais Que fosse ardente como um soluço sem lágrimas Que tivesse a beleza das flores quase sem perfume A pureza da chama em que se consomem os diamantes mais límpidos A paixão dos suicidas que se matam sem explicação.

My Last Poem I would like my last poem thus That it be gentle saying the simplest and least intended things That it be ardent like a tearless sob That it have the beauty of almost scentless flowers The purity of the flame in which the most limpid diamonds are consumed The passion of suicides who kill themselves without explanation. - translation by Elizabeth Bishop