Quotes About Beauty

The history of art is the history of its materials, its techniques, its themes, its social conditions, its psychological motives, or its set of intellectual problems, but never the history of beauty. A value has no history.

Es genügt, daß die Schönheit unseren Überdruß streift, damit unser Herz wie Seide zwischen den Händen des Lebens zerreißt.

Puedes vender cielo, el cielo azul a veces, o gris también a veces, una parcela de tu cielo, el que compraste, piensas tú, con los árboles] de tu huerto, como quien compra el techo con la casa?] ¿Puedes venderme un dólar de cielo, dos kilómetros de cielo, un trozo, el que tú piensas, de tu cielo?

Tu viente sabe más que tu cabeza y tanto como tus muslos. Ésa es la fuerte gracia negra de tu cuerpo desnudo. Signo de selva el tuyo, con tus collares rojos, tus brazaletes de oro curvo, y ese caimán oscuro nadando en el Zambeze de tus ojos.

Il n'est point de serpent, ni de monstre odieux, Qui, par l'art imité, ne puisse plaire aux yeux ; D'un pinceau délicat l'artifice agréable Du plus affreux objet fait un objet aimable. Ainsi, pour nous charmer, la Tragédie en pleurs D'Œdipe tout sanglant fit parler les douleurs, D'Oreste parricide exprima les alarmes, Et, pour nous divertir, nous arracha des larmes.

Gold gives an appearance of beauty even to ugliness: But with poverty everything becomes frightful.

If you would estimate the extent of a woman's pride in youth, see how much remains even after she has passed the age of pleasing.

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

Keep to Beauty. Have no fear. Learn to bear the unbearable. The raw of all things.

Don't be beautiful, you irritating creature.

I have my natural blonde eyebrows darkened.

My mom dyed my hair red when I was little using vegetable dye so it wouldn't damage my hair.

For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love...

Lewis actually does make a hot girl.

It was strange to realize that after this night I would never see it again as it was. The room had never looked so beautiful as it did at that moment.

We have art so that we shall not die of reality.

I have a book out called 'The Beauty Equation' and it discusses how off track we have gone in considering beauty.

I am a winter person, never happier than on a clear, frosty morning.

Painting reflects. It kills you in a colourful shower of emptiness. Flatness. Randomness. And beauty. Yes, it is the most pure beauty I have ever felt in my life.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

Floating to shore...riding a low moon...on a slow cloud.

STORM ENDING by Jean Toomer Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . Full-lipped flowers Bitten by the sun Bleeding rain Dripping rain like golden honey— And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

You can be pretty, and have a boyfriend, and still be smart, all at the same time. You don't always have to choose.

Round still, but that's fine. Feeling good outside and in. Maybe I'm not thin, but skinny isn't perfect. The perfect size is happy.