Quotes About Beauty

So, go talk to flowers about bulls and such, Aphrodite said. I'll go talk to flowers, Stevie Rae said.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near...

L'homme, guidé par le sens de la beauté, transforme l'évènement fortuit (une musique de Beethoven, une mort dans une gare) en un motif qui va ensuite s'inscrire dans la partition de sa vie. Il y reviendra, le répétera, le modifiera, le développera comme fait le compositeur avec le thème de sa sonate.

No one can get reall drunk on a novle or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's night, Bartok's Sonata for two Pianos and percussion or the Beatles' White Album? He loved mozart as much as rock. He considered music a liberating force, it liberated him from lonliness, introversion, the dust of the library; it opened the door of hi body and allowed his soul to step out into the world to make friends, He loved to dance an regretted that Sabina did not share his passion

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È molto bello qui" commenta infine togliendosi la pipa di bocca; e poi, indicando i costoni calcarei dell'Untersberg, "Lo vedi quel bosco?" Una pausa. "Da noi sono più grandi, molto più grandi, non finiscono mai. Quando riuscirai a immaginarli, vuol dire che sei già là , in Canada, nelle Rocky Mountains.

Come l'ardita e cupa prora di una nave, l'Aiguille Noire fende i flutti dell'aria portati dalla tempesta. Ciuffi di nubi salgono verticali sopra la cresta, come bandiere. Noi invece siamo qui, schiacciati contro la parete. Le nebbie fluttuano sopra di noi, sprazzi di luce, là dove comincia la neve.

I don't know the language or the laws and I'm completely unfamiliar with the currency . . . but, God, is it ever beautiful here.

I never think of policemen's wives; their beauty maddens me like wine.

There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess, who was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help the people, and she was never known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name was Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from great blocks of tourmaline. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

those shyest and sweetest of woodland blooms. . .

It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." "It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." ? L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

Each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

what one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible...

Bough of a tree to the rain . . ." he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.

One can be ugly in looks, but lovely in disposition.

In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child.

A beautiful girl is much superior to a little yellow bird, and a boy—such as I was—far better than a Green Monkey.

Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

But could you not be mended? asked the girl. Oh, yes; but one is never so pretty after being mended, you know, replied the Princess.

To be called beautiful was a novelty in his experience.

Aren't you good for ANYthing? asked Trot. Yes, I'm pretty to look at, and that's more than can be said of you, retorted the creature.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams mean everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty blue air at the end of the streets they don't seem half so important.