Quotes About Beauty

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

The groves were God's first temple

The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

The sleek, expensive girls I teach,Younger and pinker every year,Bloom gradually out of reach.

One woman, however, was spared. Both Miran and his father asked for the hand of the famously beautiful Lutf un-Nissa. 'But she declined and sent this reply: "having ridden an elephant before, I cannot now agree to ride an ass."'87

I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

London, thou art the flower of Cities all.

Yisterday fair up sprang the flouris,This day thai are all slane with schouris;And fowles in forrest that sang cleirNow walkis with a drery cheir;Full caild are baith thair beddis and bouris.

Most joyful the Poet be;It is through him that all men see.

The dark world seemed to lie stricken beneath the cold moon and the lidless stars.

The world is still, for she is old And many´s the bead of life she´s told. Her gossip there, the watching moon Views hill and stream and wave and dune

In a recent interview, he compared himself to surfers: "What are they doing this for? It's just pure. You're alone. That wave is so much bigger and stronger than you. You're always outnumbered. They always can crush you. And yet you're going to accept that and turn it into a little, brief, meaningless art form.

Being adjacent to that much beauty—more than adjacent; immersed in, pierced by it—was the point. The physical risks were footnotes.

If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist.

Ah, but what is form but a bum wipe anyhow?

Words [are] more beautiful than a found fall leaf.

Be happy because no one is seeing what you do, no one is listening to you, no one really cares what may be achieved, but sometimes accidents happen and beauty is born.

How like art is what's left over after life.

Of course there is enough to stir our wonder anywhere; there's enough to love, anywhere, if one is strong enough, if one is diligent enough, if one is perceptive, patient, kind enough -- whatever it takes.

So to the wretched writer I should like to say that there's one body only whose request for your caresses is not vulgar, is not unchaste, untoward, or impolite: the body of your work itself; for you must remember that your attentions will not merely celebrate a beauty but create one; that yours is love that brings it own birth with it, just as Plato has declared, and that you should therefore give up the blue things of this world in favor of the words which say them

He had no faith in the permanence of any of this. What he'd seen of life had shown him that the world had little of comfort or assurance. He suspected that there were no givens, no map through the maze. Here in falling dark with the world rolling simultaneously toward him and away from him everything seemed no more than random. Life blindsides you so hard you can taste the bright copper blood in your mouth then it beguiles you with a gift of profound and appalling beauty.