Quotes About Beauty

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

And if I should live to beThe last leaf upon the treeIn the spring,Let them smile, as I do now,At the old forsaken boughWhere I cling.

I feel fortunate that I'm not a beauty. I'm not a classic beauty. I feel it is harder for girls who are like that. There are fewer parts.

It is possible in this world to be pretty and funny and successful all at the same time.

Poi coltivare un nuovo sogno e mettercela tutta per raggiungerlo. E spingersi oltre, sempre più lontano. Tutta la bellezza di questo mestiere consiste nell'andare a cogliere i propri sogni: fa' quello che ami e ama quello che fai. Non mettere alcun limite al tuo orizzonte, ma avvicinati passo dopo passo...

La fotografia è una lezione d'impermanenza.

La bellezza della fotografia è andare alla ricerca di immagini che non esistono ancora e dare loro un senso.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

A Book of Verses undeneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness- Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow

We are white dew drops; If we lay ourselves just as we are On the maple leaves, We are red beads.

The flowers withered,Their color faded away,While meaninglesslyI spent my days in the worldAnd the long rains were falling.

What is it about this twilight hour? Even the sound of a barely perceptible breeze pierces the heart.

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ???????

However wildly this year's cherry blossoms bloom, I'll see them with the plum's scent filling my heart.

This pine tree by the rock Must have its memories too: After a thousand years, See how its branches Lean towards the ground.

Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth— how I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.

Seeing the moonlight Spilling down Through these trees, My heart fills to the brim With autumn.

The cherry blossoms have faded now in hue - gazing emptily upon the long spring rains, I too know what it is to age.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

Although there is not one moment without longing, still, how strange this autumn twilight is. — Ono no Komachi, The Ink Dark Moon tr. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani (Vintage Classics, 1990)

He is a most strong man. He put his arms around the penseé girl and he most lifted her off the ground. He did take out a ring of gold and he did tell her it was his mother's wedding ring. A butterfly went by - it was a cream one with a nice ribbon at its wing edge and pinkish spots. He did kiss her again. They didn't see the green caterpillar having sleeps under the hazel leaf. And he did say, "I want you to have all the love in the world." And he kissed her again.

The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.

Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?