Quotes About Beauty

Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Let the black flower blossom as it may!

Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.

I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." [ Notebook , Oct. 10, 1842]

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.

May your life be like a wildflower, growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day.

I love the stars. Because they can't say anything. I love the stars. Because they do not judge anyone.

We shall go wild with fireworks...And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness. We don't have any fireworks that big

Even if you've never experienced the wonderful things in life, only after something has been contaminated and marred will it become a beautiful thing. Pain can be healed with gentle care, darkness can be removed with sunlight. Don't underestimate the small things. Everything is significant.

I love the stars. Because they can't say anything. I love the stars. Because they do not judge anyone.

And then there was her face: her white skin, her brown eyes, and her expression, so soft and beautiful; she looked as though she were constantly getting ready to ask a question. Even an immaculately crafted doll could not have been as lovely.

quand il parle, ses mots s'apparentent à des perles enfilées sur un fil de soie ... quand il parle, il est comme le lustre répandu par un rubis ... quand il parle, c'est comme des éclaboussures de cristal qui fendent le bleu ....

After marriage, the other man's wife looks more beautiful.

Reality always seemed pale in comparison with the stark beauty of fantasy.

I will admit to hoarding beauty products. I'm a beauty lady.

When we rejoice in beautiful scenery, great art, and great music, it is but the flexing of instincts acquired in another place and another time.

Our home villages with the hills, mountains and forests, the lakes and ponds, rivers and streams, waterfall and fjords. The smell of new hay in summer, of birches in spring, of the sea, and the big forest, and even the biting winter cold. Everything . . . Norwegian songs and music and so much, much more. That's our Fatherland and that's what we have to struggle to get back.

Nothing is more important than that you see and love the beauty that is right in front of you, or else you will have no defense against the ugliness that will hem you in and come at you in so many ways.

You are intelligent, you are diplomatic, you are beautiful, and you are and always will be...[he kisses her]...MINE...

The Parthenon without the marbles is like a smile with a tooth missing.

CARTER This isn't meant as a … you know, to make up for what I said or whatnot, but … my mom was fat. Is. LaBute, Neil (2004-11-29). Fat Pig: A Play (p. 48). Faber & Faber. Kindle Edition.

I had come to appreciate the long open stretches of two-lane highway across the sagey sea and mountain-studded plateau of the Great Basin, but the towns and cities were another thing. I liked the natural face of Nevada, but was not as impressed by the human face.

It is naive to suppose that something that has been expressed in one form can be expressed in another without significantly changing its meaning, texture or value. Much prose translates fairly well from one language to another, but we know that poetry does not; we may get a rough idea of the sense of a translated poem but usually everything else is lost, especially that which makes it an object of beauty. The translation makes it into something it was not.