Quotes About Beauty

It was confounding to see magic and beauty and mystery leach out of a thing, to think it could be used up like a store of winter supplies.

I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.

Beauty is a whore, I like money better.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

There is no need for a doctor. But I would like to lie down for a while. I need to pray. The Eucharist is such a consolation to me. The Lord is so beautiful, so beautiful. He deserves so much more from us. We are so poor! Our little hearts are so poor! Love is not loved, Father Elijah. Love is not loved.

I have always been beguiled by birds. As if there was much they would tell me if they could, but they are only permitted to bear witness with their lives, their song.

There is beauty in the world. There is no reason for it to be here. If it's all biology, all eating and getting eaten and the strongest devouring the weakest, then it's madness. Nothing more than madness. It's dying and drowning, and all love is illusion. But there is love, you see. Poor, weak, and broken love—a sign of something from a distant land.

Ah no, you desire the humblest coin, and stamped upon it the word Beauty. MONK Long past are the days when once I thought this coin would ransom the heart of a dark age.

Then came a final wave of his hand, his red wind-breaker like a splash of paint on the kingfisher blue and the dome of cerulean above it, almost a quaint folk painting, the forms containing all that was essential, man suspended above the abyss, the water and sky elegant, the points of color making the whole greater than the sum of its parts, as a work of art should do. As

Good-bye, O fairest world, good-bye", I soliloquized. "O blue gem in the heavens, where mankind dwells in love, and no man's hand is lifted against another, and the gifted realize their every dream, and all things sing, and the light grows gold when the bells ring." "Good poetry needn't rhyme", said Xue. "Besides, you shouldn't tell lies." "Lies? No, I was just dreaming.

Not being warm is a training?" "Yes, it is." "It seems a very cold religion." "Things are warmer on the inside than the outside. There are moments when the face of the Beautiful One is before us, in the eyes of the heart. There is an embrace that is all Love. It is worth everything—everything.

Cher Paul, the artist must always ask himself, am I painting the surface only, or am I revealing the eternal soul of my subjects? Without this, we only add to the agony. We too would be merely using the prostitutes—and worse, for we do not pay them.

El hombre es un extraño y un residente temporal. Su existencia es inefablemente hermosa... y peligrosa. Está colmada de misterios que suplican ser descifrados.

Kakva bi utjeha bila imati vlastite organske prijatelje i brinuti se za njih u ovomu usamljenom svemiru. Poput ljudi, oni su kombinacija trnja i zvijezda.

Individual destiny is not produced machine-like from the "mills of the gods". Nor are we characters in a morality play. We are works of art, each work distinct, each a phenomenon, the art laboring hand in hand with the Artist to create the story. We are inside a poem. No, we are the poem.

Oh, how beautiful is the heart of Jesus! How beautiful that he loves us in our foolishness, he who suffered so much for us. Now our poor world grows indifferent to what he gave, though not all. We still find many who are not blind.

Must, bid the Morn awake! Sad Winter now declines, Each bird doth choose a mate; This day's Saint Valentine's. For that good bishop's sake Get up and let us see What beauty it shall be That Fortune us assigns.

Non saprei meglio terminare le nostre conversazioni che esprimendo il desiderio che possiate nella vostra esistenza meritare d'essere comparati ad una candela; che possiate com'essa brillare qual fiamma per coloro che vi circondano, che possiate in tutte le vostre azioni emulare la bellezza del lucignolo, adempiendo con onore ed efficacia i vostri doveri verso i vostri simili.

See how beautifully these are coloured: you see here mauve, magenta, and all the chemical colours recently introduced, applied to candles.

The beauty industry does nothing but proclaim that women are never good enough and must always be changing their image. Why? Because that's how the owners of the beauty industry make higher profits. They don't care about women. They care about profit. They're delighted to make women neurotic and depressed about their appearance if it generates more dollars for their own bank accounts. What kind of morality is that? What kind of society is that? What kind of beauty is that?

Love is an abyss. To somehow find it beautiful while it's killing you is what it means to be something other than an animated corpse.

As a general rule, when something becomes useful, it ceases to be beautiful." 2 THÉOPHILE GAUTIER, 1811–1872

Such a display of beauty and happiness is not possible without contentment,

The painting seems to have a bubbly effect on both of them, aesthetic champagne.