Quotes About Beauty

She slapped Kestrel's face. Without thinking twice, Kestrel slapped her back, as hard as she could. The young woman burst into tears. The servant saw this, aghast. "Baby!" She exclaimed. "Oh, my poor baby!" "You've been kind to me," said Kestrel, "and you're very beautiful, but if you hit me again I'll kill you.

Roma, a mis ojos, estaba demasiado viva y demasiado muerta. Es bello ver una ciudad viva y poderosa, pero también es bello ver el cadáver de una ciudad sublime.

God created the institution of marriage to proclaim the gospel. Our children are the first audience impacted. God wants our children to see our marriages, behold the beauty of the gospel, and be irresistibly attracted.

Its whiteness carried with it a certain kind of elegance, the beauty of maturity and experience, symbol of a long life lived wisely and productively.

The burnished rays of the setting sun flamed glory on the clouds of the western sky before shattering in gold and vermilion dapples on the darkening waters of the river. Once Karras met God in this sight. Long ago. Like a lover forsaken, he still kept the rendezvous.

He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel, but then remembered Beethoven and the dappling of things and "Hurrah for Karamazov" and kindness. He

If instead of just clay I could take all the prettiest things Like a rainbow, Or clouds or the way a bird sings, Maybe then, dearest Mommy, If I put them all together, I could really make a sculpture of you.

He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel, but then remembered Beethoven and the dappling of things and "Hurrah for Karamazov" and kindness.

Lord, I have loved the beauty of thy house.…" Here was all that could matter, for nothing else did.

Karl met the eyes that were shifting hardness, that were haggard wells of pain and blame; glimpsed briefly the dissolute bending of the lips and the ravaged face of a youth and a beauty buried alive in a thousand motel rooms, in a thousand awakenings from restless sleep with a stifled cry at remembered grace.

Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of his teeth.

Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers, and gone the Summer's pomp and show, and Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the Winter's

Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.

Trees are green gold

Each book can make a life or a fragment of it more beautiful.

The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

Shall i compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

Daffodils,That come before the swallow dares, and takeThe winds of March with beauty.