Quotes About Beauty

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ? ?

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.

Poetry of the universe is written with flowers and the lights of love on a canvas we call earth.

Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence it breaks walls down.

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ???????

Would the mountain cherry blossoms return my affection for there is no one else out here. /????? ?????? ?? ?????? ??????

I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.

Oh, you cherry petals, On this calm and balmy day, Why are you so restless, So keen to fly away? / ????? ????? ???? ????? ??????

Impassionate gods have never seen the red that is the Tatsuta River. /????? ?????? ??? ??????? ??????

Her beauty is a mastery of peace.

The morning slathers its whateveracross the thing.

The greatness of poetry comes from its struggle to express the rapture of the soul in the contemplation of beauty.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens.

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete, —-Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.

Poetry is the beauty of life.

Poetry is the essence and evidence of life.

Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.

Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.