Quotes About Beauty

We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry.

There is no description, no image in any book that is capable of replacing the sight of real trees, and all the life to be found around them, in a real forest. Something emanates from those trees which speaks to the soul, something no book, no museum is capable of giving.

I love to collect modern art.

It is through beauty, poetry and visionary power that the world will be renewed.

Remember that it is not enough to have everything around you beautiful, remember that there must also be change and flux, because it is through change that we pretend that we can make decisions, and keep our pride, and go on pretending that both change and choice exist.

The world was furred with late spring snow. It was the soft, thick stuff that excites you unless you are driving or half dead, packing snow already falling in caterpillars off the greening branches.

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

Lehet, hogy valaha szebb n?re bukkansz nálam – bár hajdan azt hajtogattad, én se vagyok éppen rút! –, de senki szívében nem találsz majd akkora szenvedélyt, mint az enyémben. Azt hiszed, számít más? Semmi, csak ez.

Art is the essence of beauty. The artist, a mute that practiced crying until he managed to shout free of dissonance.

Beauty remains virtue if the others see and admire it and this is enough for you.

Roses don't die, they return to the light.

She'd never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.

We don't like flowers that donot wilt; they must die, and nineshe-camel hairs aid memory.

What sapwent through that little threadto make the cherry red!

Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keepsadjusting the ash heaps;opening and shutting itself likeaninjured fan.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

Därer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this.

repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea; the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.

Durer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this

No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles ». No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, so fine as the chintz china one with fawn- brown eyes and toothed gold collar on to show whose bird it was. Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth candelabrum-tree of cockscomb- tinted buttons, dahlias, sea-urchins, and everlastings, it perches on the branching foam of polished sculpture flowers - at ease and tall. The king is dead.

Hate-hardened heart, O heart of iron, iron is iron till it is rust. There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war, but I would not believe it. I inwardly did nothing. O Iscariot-like crime! Beauty is everlasting and dust is for a time.

Qué hermosa es la revolución, aun en su misma barbarie!

La ley del gusto termina en la mediocridad, en una vida que dejó pasar las oportunidades de llenar este mundo de belleza, de verdad y de amor[6].

You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick's. Up in the mountains, where the air is crisper than the humid atmosphere of Scirland, I beheld a beauty I had never before seen.