Quotes About Beauty

A bird may twitter a better song. But should you consider abortion wrong or that the quacks ask too high a fee, come to this wall, and see.

God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, 'Ah!

When a spider makes a beautiful web, the beauty comes out of the spider's nature. It's instinctive beauty. How much of the beauty of our own lives is about the beauty of being alive?

The spirit is the bouquet of nature.

Art brings out the grand lines of nature. Antione Bourdelle

I will never forget the experience I had when I was in Japan, a place that never heard of the Fall and the Garden of Eden. One of the Shinto texts says that the processes of nature cannot be evil. Every natural impulse is not to be corrected but to be sublimated, to be beautified. There is a glorious interest in the beauty of nature and cooperation with nature, so that in some of those gardens you don't know where nature begins and art ends—this was a tremendous experience.

To what degree was the intention of the artist what we would call "aesthetic" or to what degree expressive? And to what degree is the art something that they had simply learned to do that way? When a spider makes a beautiful web, the beauty comes out of the spider's nature. It's instinctive beauty. How much of the beauty of our own lives is about the beauty of being alive? How much of it is conscious and intentional? That is

When Paris is asked to judge the three goddesses, says Jane Harrison in her wonderful book Prolegomena to the Study of Greek Religion, it amounts to a male put-down of the Goddess. For here were the three major classical goddesses, the three aspects of the one Goddess who is manifested in these three modes, and here is Paris, a languid young man, judging them as though in an Atlantic City beauty contest! And they are vying for his vote by giving him bribes and promises.

When a spider makes a beautiful web, the beauty comes out of the spider's nature. It's instinctive beauty. How much of the beauty of our own lives is about the beauty of being alive? How much of it is conscious and intentional?

It is the imperfections of life that are lovable.

we wouldn't ask why a rose with damaged petals

The weeping Pleiads wester, And the moon is under seas; From bourn to bourn of midnight Far sighs the rainy breeze: It sighs from a lost country To a land I have not known; The weeping Pleiads wester, And I lie down alone.

With innovation and technology, seems we have forgotten to cherish the true beauty the world has to offer.

I could walk forever and a mile with one beautiful girl.

Women are beautiful, and yummy.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough.

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,Gold that I never see.

Some seed the bird devours, And some the season mars, But here and there will flower The solitary stars, And fields will yearly bear them, As light-leaved spring comes on, And luckless lads will wear them When I am dead and gone.

She told me about rolling hills covered with cornfields and treeless miles of land without water. I dreamt of cornfields dotted with yellow rosebushes

On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.

I could no more appreciate your unparalleled coffee nectar than I could understand the genius of whatever art-house auteur director you currently love or whatever obscure musical group you and exactly four of your friends listen to. I will never be cool like you. I will never understand the secret beauty of this world the way you do. So, give me a cider and your pity and/or contempt, and we can both get on with our lives.

I do not love you as I loved The loves I have loved, As I may love others: I know you are not beautiful As some I loved were beautiful, As others may be: I do not hold your counsel dear As I've held others, As I still hold some: And yet There is no truth but you, No love but you-- And Oh! there is no pain But you and me.

And Heaven, which made thee all blooming, Ne'er made thee to wither on mine.