Quotes About Beauty

I dare anyone to find me a lovelier day!

Beauty is an answer to anguish...

marveling yet again at the way the very same things that cause him to grind his teeth-with a different lens, a tighter focus, better lighting-look like love.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

What would life be like without her writing? Writing filled her life with beauty and mystery, gave it life...and promise.

gravity chains us to the asphalt with such grace, we think it is kind.

And there are flowers in her hair, always jasmine.

twenty-eight years old, getting elective surgery

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in a light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

Poetry does not immortalize the person but the virtue for which the person is notable just as Shakespeare's sonnets promise immortality not to the young man but to his beauty and truth.

The mountains had bestowed on us their beauties, and we adored them with a child's simplicity and revered them with a monk's veneration of the divine. Annapurna

We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life.

Besides, I myself have now for a long time ceased to look for anything more beautiful in this world, or more interesting, than the truth; or at least than the effort one is able to make towards the truth.

Thousands of channels there are through which the beauty of your soul may sail even unto our thoughts. Above all is there the wonderful, central channel of love.

A thought that is almost beautiful – a thought that you speak not, but that you cherish within you at this moment, will irradiate you as though you were a transparent vase.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

Nothing in the whole world is so athirst for beauty as the soul, nor is there anything to which beauty clings so readily. There is nothing in the world capable of such spontaneous up-lifting, of such speedy ennoblement; nothing that offers more scrupulous obedience to the pure and noble command it receives.

Every new star that is found in the sky will lend of its rays to the passions, and thoughts, and the courage, of man. Whatever of beauty we see in all that surrounds us, within us already is beautiful; whatever we find in ourselves that is great and adorable, that do we find too in others.

Are you not pleased to have seen your grandparents? Is that not enough happiness for one day? Are you not glad that you have restored the old blackbird to life? Listen to him singing! As you look for the Blue Bird, dear children, accustom yourselves to love the gray birds which you find on your way.

In all truth might it be said that beauty is the unique aliment of our soul, for in all places does it search for beauty, and it perishes not of hunger even in the most degraded of lives. For indeed nothing of beauty can pass by and be altogether unperceived. Perhaps does it never pass by save only in our unconsciousness, but its action is no less puissant in gloom of night than by light of day; the joy it procures may be less tangible, but other difference there is none.

The world, in those of its sectors which realize a structure, is comparable to a symphony.

The eye accomplishes the prodigious work of opening the soul to what is not soul – the joyous realm of things and their god, the sun.

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.