Quotes About Beauty

The woods and mountains opened her eyes to the beauty of Nature, and the teenaged city girl marvelled at views that Isabel regarded as commonplace. At the beginning of Mary's sojourn she was inclined to take a book to a rustic place with a view, then spend hours there alone, reading, brooding and daydreaming. But she soon learned that woods and mountains were made for hiking, and thereafter she rarely took a book with her on her daily excursions into the outdoors.

My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Ein Gedi. —SONG OF SONGS, 1:13–14

There's a reason why forty, fifty, and sixty don't look the way they used to, and it's not because of feminism, or better living through exercise. It's because of hair dye. In the 1950's only 7 percent of American women dyed their hair; today there are parts of Manhattan and Los Angeles where there are no gray-haired women at all.

The sky is dense with light, so many stars crowded against one another, it looks like the night is too small for them. How will they get out? I imagine they will hold hands to become morning.

Old elbows," she told me. "A woman's elbows always give her age away.

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.

Of all the gods nailed to the cross, Discord was the most beautiful.

palms and blackened

Spring. The green dance, from the smallest roadside plant in a vertical upsurge, to trees bursting in leaf, swaying to morning skies woven in rainbows of returning birds, from the mystical white transformation of ice and snow in bays to the miracle and movement of water. I am stillness, I am dance; I am death, I am life. Know this for what you are. Everything moves.

Even though he saw an entire field covered with flowers, Chihaya never thought to pick them. Instead, he took me to see the place where they were blooming.

When I saw her... my heart skipped a beat. Her expression was as open and trusting as that of a young child. Such purity is something never, ever seen at the court. Hieraglion is a mire of intrigue and deceit... yet there she was-- a simple, beautiful wildflower blooming in its midst. I wanted to protect her. Myself. With my own two hands.

Another reason to love snook is their style, elegance, and beauty. There is no denying that, because of their fighting ability, bonefish are superb fly-fishing quarry. But compared with the elegantly proportioned snook, a bonefish—with its chinless, comically underdeveloped lower jaw, blunt wedge of a snout, and small, bottom-situated mouth—looks like a glorified sucker.

will begin with the analogy of the rose. In the smell of the rose, there is hardly a fragrance that can compare with its beauty. But how would you describe this fragrance? The way we would describe it is that it is closer to the word and feeling of love than any other flower on the Earth

Pardon if all the cleanness and the beauty Brave rhythym and the immemorial sea Ensare us sometimes with their siren song, Forgetful of our murderous intentions. Through our uneasy peacetime carnival Cold sweat of death holds us like a dew; Even this grey machinery of murder Holds beauty and the promise of a future.

But because I do not wish to be remembered (if I will be remembered) as a self-indulgent fantasist, I'll skip the purple patch for now, however much I wish to write it. I need to make amends for my indifference, for having turned my back on the world in favor of the beauties of the way. I'll try to study cruelty (I regret my own) and render it in more familiar terms.

The day Was like the buzzard on the pine.

One of life's quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful even if it is only a floating ash.

As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful.

The opposite of war, the true war, is poetry

Compare Nietzsche's doctrine of the necessary connection between suffering and art: "What must this people have suffered, that they might become thus beautiful." 6

The View of life I communicate in my pictures excludes the sordid and the ugly. I paint life as I would like it to be.

Small breasts are best for the long haul.

Very goodlooking people are as a rule more forgetful than the median. Their mothers start it and the world at large continues it, handing them things, picking things up for them, smoothing their vicinity out for them in every way. I on the other hand remember everything.

This shooting star had apparently been sedentarized in my bailiwick-so, good.