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Quotes About Beauty

and was perhaps even more affecting when it appeared thus without the church. And, indeed, there are many others which look best when seen in this way,
~ Marcel Proust
My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its quaint old face which pleases me. If it could play the piano, I am sure it would really play.
~ Marcel Proust
Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.
~ Marcel Proust
For in this world of ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself, than beauty: namely grief.
~ Marcel Proust
Qui du cul d'un chien s'amourose, Il lui paraît une rose.
~ Marcel Proust
She wept over the vanity of her desires, which had so ardently flown to the blossoming flesh that now had already withered forever.
~ Marcel Proust
Já houve quem dissesse que a beleza é uma promessa de felicidade. Inversamente a possibilidade de prazer pode ser um começo de beleza.
~ Marcel Proust
All the great writers are like that: the beauty of their sentences, like the beauty of a woman one has not yet met, is unforeseeable...
~ Marcel Proust
Since we possess its hymn, engraved on our hearts in its entirety, there is no need of any woman to repeat the opening lines, potent with the admiration which her beauty inspires, for us to remember all that follows.
~ Marcel Proust
Like an inspired and prolific poet, who never refuses to spread beauty to the humblest places, which until now did not seem to share the domain of art, the sun still warmed the bountiful energy of the dung heap, of the unevenly paved yard, and of the pear tree worn down like an old serving maid.
~ Marcel Proust
novels contained something inexpressibly delicious.
~ Marcel Proust
But to wander thus among the woods of Roussainville without a peasant-girl to embrace was to see those woods and yet know nothing of their secret treasure, their deep-hidden beauty.
~ Marcel Proust
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.
~ John Milton
Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle hand Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see How beauty is excelld by manly grace.
~ John Milton
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
~ John Milton
Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save.
~ John Milton
And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.
~ John Milton
Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair
~ John Milton
So spake the enemy of mankind, enclosed In serpent, inmate bad! and toward Eve Addressed his way: not with indented wave, Prone on the ground, as since; but on his rear, Circular base of rising folds, that towered Fold above fold, a surging maze! his head Crested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes; With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant: pleasing was his shape And lovely; never since of serpent-kind Lovelier…
~ John Milton
Rose out of Chaos:
~ John Milton
Now glowed the firmament With living sapphires:
~ John Milton
This is Old Age; but then, thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will change 540 To withered, weak, and gray; thy senses then, Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego, To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry 545 To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
~ John Milton
With Goddess-like demeanour forth she went;   Not unattended, for on her as Queen   A pomp of winning Graces waited still,   And from about her shot Darts of desire   Into all Eyes to wish her still in sight.
~ John Milton
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
~ John Milton