Quotes About Beauty

I always liked fog," she wrote, "it lends such a soft, beautifying light to things that otherwise in the broad glare of day would be rude and commonplace.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfect intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries, but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.

Hope is a beautiful thing to find in art or stories or music.

At the bottom of the pit, I always had to force myself to find the beauty, the goodness, the love, however hard it was. It was hard to do. But I had to try. Change doesn't just happen by focusing on the place you want to escape. It happens by focusing on where you want to reach. Boost the good guys, don't just knock the bad guys. Find the hope that is already here and help it grow.

didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

Sometimes just the sight of a tree or sunset can smack you with the power of every tree or sunset you have ever seen

Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.

I wish I were a rose...that you might wear me for a buttonhole bouquet on your journey. But I wonder...would you throw the rose away when it faded?

Some paintings were no more than a single perfect brushstroke that conjured a simple yet breathtaking fish or stalk of bamnoo. Clay sculptures in various states of completion lined shelves at the far end of the gallery.

my attention was drawn instantly to the girl with the biggest boobs. Her eyes were glowing.

You made love to a dream. Have I ever lied to you, George? Then remember what I told you: Whoever you love will be just like me. Any woman seen through love's eyes is as perfect as you thought me to be." "No," George said. "There's no one like you." "They're all like me, George, if you see with your heart. But some of them stay.

When I'm around hard-core computer geeks I wanna say, "Come outside, the graphics are great!"

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.

Still nursing the unconquerable hope, Still clutching the inviolable shade, With a free, onward impulse brushing through, By night, the silverd branches of the glade.

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is more) the passion for making them prevail.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and wisely effective mode of saying things, and hence its importance.

A beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.

Grey time-worn marbles Hold the pure Muses. In their cool gallery, By yellow Tiber, They still look fair.

[A] beautiful and ineffectual angel [Shelley], beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.

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

The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.

Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful:The seeds of godlike power are in us still:Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will.