Quotes About Beauty

Not least, it was an expression of psychologically driven resentment towards commonly admired objects of beauty, as the attackers themselves admitted. As much of the aggression can be ascribed to animosity towards uneven distribution of beauty and grace as it can be towards unequal distribution of rights. In statements of attackers and their supporters, there is palpable envy towards images of ageless perfection.

I believe that true beauty of chess is more than enough to satisfy all possible demands.

Oh! this opponent, this collaborator against your will, whose notion of beauty always differs from yours and whose means are often too limited for active assistance to your intentions!

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

And all my former life is seen—a crazy drowsy beautiful and utterly appalling dream.

My dearest, tenderest one, I love the star-infused melancholy of your face,

Did you ever see a bee lying drunk on a rose? Lost in the petal, so close you can't see its tiny burrowing. In this way, I hang as I can. As close as I can.

The quiet around her seems to make the focus of her prettiness sharper, the air's stillness focuses her in the eye. As if talking might make it harder to see someone.

The catcalls from the cars make me feel strong at first. Isn't beauty strong? I'd always thought beauty was strength, and so I wanted to be beautiful. Those cheers on the street are like a weightlifter's bench-press record. The blond hair is like a flag, and all around me in the night are teams. But with each shout, I am more aware of the edge, how the excitement could turn into violence, blood, bruises, death.

It was said she mourned her beauty, which people still spoke of as of a vanished champion from another age. She had buried herself alive in public, on

They had the faces of angels and the determination of demons.

Infinite are man's expressions of beauty and love; open your eyes your ears and your heart to them and you will unite the peoples of the world." "Entre los hombres, infinitas son las expresiones de la belleza y del amor; al abrirse a ellas los ojos, los oídos y los corazones seunirán los pueblos del mundo.

Without a doubt the sense of beauty does not lie determined in the concreteness of an individual beautiful thing or person. Rather its purpose is much more the enchantment of the soul, for there is nothing physical that is not made with the intent of affecting the soul, and there is no soul that does not intend to dazzle everything physical with its sensations.

I find beauty in the grotesque, like most artists.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed, / What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings;Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,Here earth and water seem to strive again,Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd:Where order in variety we see,And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

If to her share some female errors fall,Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.