Quotes About Beauty

A particular ikon an aid to devotion may be itself a word of art, but that is logically accidental; its artistic merits will not make it a better ... ikon. They may make it a worse one.

The poetry of life must not be replaced with matter-of-fact prose.

in Italy, almost at every step, history and poetry add to the graces of nature, sweeten the memory of the past, and seem to preserve it in eternal youth.

Milton saw not, and Beethoven heard not, but the sense of beauty was upon them, and they fain must speak.

Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.

I keep trying to define poetry, but its so difficult.

The greatest poem is not that which is most skillfully constructed, but that in which there is the most poetry.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

What is more beautiful than a sea of water with a number of white-winged boats skirting its surface? Poetry and beauty contesting with the wind and the waves!

Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation

The secret of poetry is cruelty.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted

Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty.

A life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is...like a life without pictures.

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.

If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces

The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read the.

Over the inter glaciers, I see the summer glow, And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, The warm rosebuds below.

Petals don't ask Where to landThey just fall With grace.

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.