Quotes About Beauty

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before, I go on like before, alone in the field. It's like my head had been lowered, And if I think this, and raise my head And the golden sun dries the need to cry I can't stop having. How vast the field and interior love... ! I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

O mundo não se fez para pensarnos nele (pensar é estar doente dos olhos) mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...

Um dia de chuva é tão belo como um dia de sol. ambos existem, cada um como é. Por isso não há vantagem em pôr nomes errados às cousas, nem mesmo em lhes pôr nomes alguns

Let's be simple and calm, Like brooks and trees, And God will love us by making Beautiful things like the trees and brooks for us, And give us greenness in his spring, And a river for us to go to when we end...

That lady has a piano. It's nice, but it's not the running of rivers Or the murmuring trees make .. Who needs a piano? It's better to have ears And love Nature.

But if God is the flowers and the trees And the hills and the sun and the moonlight, Then I believe in him, Then I believe in him all the time, And my whole life is an oration and a mass, And a communion with my eyes and through my ears.

The Tejo runs down from Spain And the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal. Everybody knows that. But not many people know the river of my village And where it comes from And where it's going. And so, because it belongs to less people, The river of my village is freer and greater.

A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão

He's taught me everything. He taught me how to look at things. He shows me everything there is in flowers. He shows me how stones are pleasing When you hold them in your hand And look at them for a while.

The beauty of women was the first expression of my photography.

L'art rallume toujours les lumières du paradis perdu

Traté de imaginar que había hombres que dejaban transcurrir su vida —su única vida— encerrados entre los muros de una casa y las estrechas calles de una ciudad sin ver jamás ponerse el Sol sobre la raya azul del mar y me dije que debía existir un infierno especial para los que, incapaces de ver lo que Dios creó, permanecen ciegos y sordos ante la inmensa maravilla de la naturaleza

The Creator fashioned men once and for all as they must be, and I hold that the perfection of form and beauty is contained in the sum of all men.

What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.

No single man can be taken as a model for a perfect figure, for no man lives on earth who is endowed with the whole of beauty.

I hold that the perfection of form and beauty is contained in the sum of all men.

Eu quisera concluir que as mais belas página de Jung, ou também as páginas mais belas de cada pessoa que consegue exprimir a própria criatividade, decorrem sempre de uma experiência de sedução, que coincida com a tomada de consciência do próprio mundo interior. Um doloroso caminho que nos impele à loucura, mas ninguém teria dúvida em escolher, entre a inocência e a possibilidade de ser encantado por outro.

Examine each question in terms of what is ethically and aesthetically right, as well as what is economically expedient. A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.

The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.

A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, the stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.

He who hopes for spring with upturned eye never sees so small a thing as Draba. He who despairs of spring with downcast eye steps on it, unknowing. He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.

On land ethic: A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.

never had there been so rare a day, or so rich a solitude top spend it in.

it is disquieting to feel that the conversion into a National Forest or Park always means the esthetic death of a piece of wild country.