Quotes About Beauty

Sa marche assurée, sa taille souple, ses narines roses et ouvertes, ses grands yeux légère- ment cerclés de bleu, dénotaient une de ces natures ardentes qui répandent autour d'elles un parfum de volupté, comme ces flacons d'Orient qui, si bien fermés qu'ils soient, laissent échapper le par- fum de la liqueur qu'ils renferment.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

i will wade out until my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. i will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose ... (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

if i love You (thickness means worlds inhabited by roamingly stern bright faeries if you love me) distance is mind carefully luminous with innumerable gnomes Of complete dream if we love each (shyly) other, what clouds do or Silently Flowers resembles beauty less than our breathing

May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.

a connotation of infinity / sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

Had she been born 500 years sooner, Raphael would have chosen her as a model for his cherubs. Tendrils of bright red hair framed her face, a spray of freckles powdered her nose, and she was as plump as a perfectly ripened peach. Raphael probably would have painted out the freckles, and that would have been a mistake. Like brushing cinnamon off cinnamon toast.

My face is something between groteque and beautiful, Salai. It is something far less interesting; it is plain.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.