Quotes About Beauty

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.

Some people in this world have stopped looking for beauty, then wonder why their lives are so ugly. Don't be like them. The ability to appreciate beauty is of God. Especially in one another. Look for beauty in everyone you meet, and you'll find it. Everyone carries divinity within them. And everyone we meet has something to impart.

Heroes rarely look the way we draw them in our minds: attractive, imposing figures with rippling muscles and strong chins. More times than not they are humble beings, small and flawed. It is only their spirits that are beautiful and strong.

Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

Everyone can open a book not everyone can appreciate the beauty of the writing.

It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

Ostin always said that when it came to snakes the rule of thumb is "the more pretty, the more dangerous." I think he said the same thing about girls.

I've found that when someone is beautiful on the outside, but spiritually dark inside, all that outer beauty is just lipstick on a pig. ~Zeke

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, and dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

there has never been nor ever will be true equality, in property or rights. Equality is not the nature of the world or even the universe. Even if you could guarantee everyone the same wealth, humans would reject the idea. They would simply find a different standard to create castes, as there will always be differences in intelligence, physical strength, and beauty.

For poetry, like life, is its own justification

Love is like a rose: we fixate on the blossom, but it's the thorny stem that keeps it alive and aloft. In the end, if we have done it right, we value the stem far more than the blossom.

anyone can open a book. Not everyone can appreciate the beauty of the writing.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.

A fresh lightning tree sprouted in the distance as Mother Nature painted the sky in rapid strokes, strobed the results, and then erased her magnificent creation, leaving its after-image burned into Rolf's retinas. So beautiful. So fleeting. Like life itself.

His eyes devoured the curves of her form as she dressed.

What you make from a tree should be at least as miraculous as what you cut down.

It showed a kind of obscenity you see only in nature, an obscenity so extreme that it dissolves imperceptibly into beauty.

Nature had seemed to be closing in on us for a kill, when she suddenly turned her face away and smiled. It was a Mona Lisa smile, the meaning of which no one could figure out.

He saw virus particles shaped like snakes, in negative images. They were white cobras tangled among themselves, like the hair of Medusa. They were the face of nature herself, the obscene goddess revealed naked. This life form thing was breathtakingly beautiful. As he stared at it, he found himself being pulled out of the human world into a world where moral boundaries blur and finally dissolve completely. He was lost in wonder and admiration, even though he knew that he was the prey. (149)