Quotes About Beauty

You see, the point of the floodlights is not to draw attention to themselves but rather to illuminate the statue. So it is with all of the Church's symbolic expressions of God's revelation in general, and Church doctrine in particular. They do not exist to be the focus of our attention but rather to illuminate the beauty of God and God's saving action in our lives.

Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women's magazines also often feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is hairy and lumpy and should not be seen by the light of day.

As I drift back into sleep, I can't help thinking that it's a wonderful thing to be right about the world. To weigh the evidence, always incomplete, and correctly intuit the whole, to see the world in a grain of sand, to recognize its beauty, its simplicity, its truth. It's as close as we get to God in this life, and reside in the glow of such brief flashes of understanding, fully awake, sometimes for two or three seconds, at peace with our existence. And then back to sleep we go.

She was a tall, firm, abundantly curvaceous, lovely with pollen-gold hair and a shape to make corpses kick open caskets.

I did not know you would fade so soon, oh flower.

On the other hand, if there's an underlying core of poetry that I go to, I go to the sea. I've lived on the sea all my life. I live on the sea in Cape Breton.

beauty. We must know for our comfort that Christ was not anointed to this great work of Mediator for lesser sins only, but for the greatest

I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

The boy's no good. The boy is just no good. / but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

I like dead things, says the landscape. They cannot hurt me.

You could drown in those eyes

When he throws the wrench into the air it will catch the light as it spins toward you. Look—it looks like a star.

names of fire and flight and snow

the names of flowers that open only once, shouted from balconies, shouted from rooftops, or muffled by rooftops, or whispered in sleep, or caught in the throat like a lump of meat.

It could have been so beautiful . . . how it was and how it will be, memory and fantasy

The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

Something has happened in the paint tonight and it is worth keeping.

I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful

Let me do it right for once, for the record, let me make a thing of cream and stars that becomes, you know the story, simply heaven.

You were very beautiful.

The lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backwards through the glass of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

Forget about his insides, his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand and be done with it. No one wants to know what's in his head. It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

I don't have a problem with someone using their talents to become successful, I just don't think the highest calling is success. Things like freedom and the expansion of knowledge are beyond success, beyond the personal. Personal success is not wrong, but it is limited in importance, and once you have enough of it it is a shame to keep striving for that, instead of for truth, beauty, or justice.