Quotes About Beauty

I don't want this poem to be beautiful. I do.

Death is beautiful the way you are

Death is beautiful, the way you are . . . If it's so beautiful why must I live now, live first?

I'm the being who isn't planetary; we have traveled beyond our world, to sit in a paper forest lit by jewel-light.

or if I stand if I move one hand I hear the hiss of flowers closing their eyelids

having had the gleam taken out of her to the point where she resembles twilight

I notice the fatigue of flowers weighed down by light

beautiful disused route to the sea fish path with nearly no fish in

and bodiless black lace woods in which one to another a songbird asks is it light is it light not quite

and working with the same bewitched slightly off-hand look as the sea

they say the herons used to hang like lamps here giving off gloom

and the hour is quickened by crows

We were in Venice at the time of the revels before Lent. I went into the plaza wearing a mask and hood. I saw a pretty girl, dark skin, dark eyes. She smelled strong of fish and capers and fried artichokes. I kissed her for Beauty's sake. For Lady's sake. Behind the veil of the mask, in the old Jewish Quarter, I kissed her, kissed her, and didn't cry, because I know one day I will die. And I will not rise again.

Catherine Fowler has a car so pretty that if she drove it back down to her little town in Mississippi, they would hang the car. John White noticed. John White said, "You called out an ambition hidden in every lynching: a desire to slaughter our beauty. Ofays are made crazy by our beauty." I have committed to be beautiful as often and as publicly as I can. And I have determined to help more of mine see and be their beauty. John White conspired with me to achieve this.

To feel the sun and see the orange light leak through the skin of my eyelids is copacetic-squared. Sight

Nothing shines brighter than Black polished right.

Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.

Paris guards her inner beauty from the casual observer. To find it one must look beyond the façades. It is true of people also, I think: their spirits exist behind their façades, beyond their words.

All his beauty, wit and grace Lie forever in one place, He who sang and sprang and moved Now, in death, is only loved.

How awe-inspiring to see the beauty of another soul, to love him, and then to be permitted to share in his intimacy, actually to become one with him!

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

In nature, nothing is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful.