Quotes About Beauty

Winning her would be like coaxing a butterfly to land on his hand. Patience, gentleness, and perhaps a prayer or two would be required.

Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.

Writing, regardless of the end result—whether good or bad, published or not, well reviewed or slammed—means celebrating beauty in an often ugly world.

So many women just don't know how great they really are. They come to us all vogue outside and vague on the inside.

Everywhere the poems open.

Landscapes we must owe something to the eye of the beholder.

The artist (I suppose) usually pays for the privilege by some sort of partial insomnia, by the possession of one faculty that will not be controlled nor put to sleep. In a poet this must often be the visual imagination, bringing before his eyes a succession of images which he never summoned, and of which some (it is only too likely) will be ugly or pitiful.

I am as the flower that gives scent to the morning air. It does not concern itself with who is passing by … Until

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman?

Surely there must be in a world of manifold beautiful things something among them for me. And always, while I am still young, there is that dim light, the Future. But it is indeed a dim, dim light, and ofttimes there's a treachery in it.

Paris is unquestionably a city for lovers, and it has been a privilege and a delight to discover so many of its wonders by his side.

Many prominent families were affected by this disaster and would in time build the beautiful chapel of Notre-Dame-de-la-Consolation on the spot, as a memorial to their lost loved ones.

We have to get back to the beauty of just being alive in this present moment.

In a loved one's beauty, there is solace, comfort in its presence, and the hope - no, the belief - the certainty that possession of so fine an ornament might be sustenance enough.

I don't like when people compliment my looks." "How come?" "I don't know," she said. And then, "Because it reminds me that I'm going to die. If someone says I have nice teeth, I think, One day they'll rot. If they say I have nice hair, I think about it falling out by the fistful.

would flower; and where birds came—and pecked

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn't lean against Black. . . .

So maybe my own life is not so drastic and dreadful...maybe I am just like all those other girls who have come before me with their oily T-zones and random terrible days and bittersweet triumphs, the world billowing out behind them.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.