Quotes About Beauty

We say we want to create beauty, identity, quality, singularity. And yet, maybe in truth these cities that we have are desired. Maybe their very characterlessness provides the best context for living.

The cosmetic is cosmic.

Painting is the grandchild of Nature.

Ich glaube an einen Fluss der vom Meer zu den Bergen fließt ich fordere nicht mehr von der Poesie als diesen Fluss zu beschreiben.

Niet te geloven dat ik knaap nog een vers schreef over de zilverwitheid van een berkestam en om mij heen grootse dronkenschap van de bevrijding: het water was whisky geworden. Alles zoop en naaide, heel Europa was een groot matras en de hemel het plafond van een derderangshotel. En ik bedeesde jongeling moest nodig de reine berk bezingen en zijn bescheiden bladerpracht.

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady,-a beautiful malady; the oyster's pearl.

Quelques corbeaux passèrent au ras du plafond des nuages, se posèrent en grappes noires sur l'orme dressé au milieu de la plaine.

It is a common failing of mortals to deem the more difficult the fairer.

Daha zor olan?, daha güzel olarak addetmek ölümlülerin ortak kusurudur.

Yo soy un ser que piensa, siente, quiere, ama y odia; esta naturaleza que me rodea es bella y luminosa, y la vida nos ha sido dada por un Dios justo y benévolo, para vivirla con entereza y plenitud.»

Dans nos ténèbres, il n'y a pas une place pour la Beauté. Toute la place est pour la Beauté.

In the darkness of our lives, there is not one place for Beauty. The whole place is for Beauty.

L'acquiescement éclaire le visage. Le refus lui donne la beauté.

La poésie est de toutes les eaux claires celle qui s'attarde le moins aux reflets de ses ponts

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist

The roof of the front porch of the house is covered, for some reason, with moss, and also, on one side, with wisteria, which gives the house a sort of raffish Veronica Lake look, a disheveled charm.

she winds her way through gorgeous blue conifer forests, past glistening rivers and curves that give glimpses of heaven.

Outside a pale dawn threaded the sky with silver.

She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At the far end was a cluster of trees. As always, her eyes sought movement at the edge of the woods.

You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.

there is no game in her smile. There is warmth and kindness and something that looks like steel. You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.

Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

That was the thing about the butterflies. They could be kind when Celia felt bitter. They could encompass all the beauty of this world even when the skies smarted gray

In that place, whenever you opened your eyes, the yellow sang out to you.