Quotes About Beauty

It is hard, if not impossible, to snub a beautiful woman—they remain beautiful and the rebuke recoils.

Nature will not be admired by proxy.

Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.

Blemishes on the beauty of a person one loves are like grace notes adding something to a piece of music.

Such a Pretty, Pretty Girl

Beauty gathered in the brightness of the sunny hours - is often best remembered in the quiet dark.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still

Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal.

Great poetry must be admired, because it is great and because it is poetry, and so we admire it.

Wielka Poezja b?d?c wielk? i b?d?c poezj? nie mo?e nie zachwyca? nas, a wi?c zachwyca!

Many a beauty in her own room behaves repulsively till one splits one's sides.

My horizon on humanity is enlarged by reading the writers of poems, seeing a painting, listening to some music, some opera, which has nothing at all to do with a volatile human condition or struggle or whatever. It enriches me as a human being.

Romance is the sweetening of the soul With fragrance offered by the stricken heart.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Pranzammo a Torre Annunziata con la tavola disposta proprio in riva al mare. Tutti coloro erano felici d'abitare in quei luoghi, alcuni affermavano che senza la vista del mare sarebbe impossibile vivere. A me basta che quell'immagine rimanga nel mio spirito.

I've never felt Truth was Beauty. Never. I've always felt that people can't take too much reality. I like being in Ingmar Bergman's world. Or in Louis Armstrong's world. Or in the world of the New York Knicks. Because it's not this world. You spend your whole life searching for a way out. You just get an overdose of reality, you know, and it's a terrible thing. I'm always fighting against reality.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.

Goodis's fiction contains a tortured beauty that can take one's breath away. He may not have been Dashiell Hammett. But then Hammett was no David Goodis.

How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Poetry is the image of man and nature

At a distance enjoy the fragrance of flowers.

Pretty good-looking women, in the main, thanks to the California sun.

Of what use to the flowers are their sweet odors? Do they themselves enjoy them? No. Are they meant for the pleasure of animals? Did you ever see a sheep or a dog pause before a rose to inhale its perfume? Then it was for man alone that the rich treasures are meant. Wherefore? That they may be loved, perhaps.