Quotes About Beauty

Her nose was perfect; her lips exquisite. Like a master placing a go stone on the board after long deliberation, he placed the details of her beauty one by one in the misty dark and drew back to savour them.

It was certainly not consolation that Kashiwagi sought in beauty. .. What he loved was that for a short while after his breath had brought beauty into existence in the air, his own clubfeet and gloomy thinking remained there, more clearly and more vividly than before. The uselessness of beauty, the fact that beauty which had passed through his body left no mark there whatsoever, that it changed absolutely nothing- it was this that Kashiwagi loved.

Blood and flowers were alike, Isao thought, in that both were quick to dry up, quick to change their substance. And precisely because of this, then, blood and flowers could go on living by taking on the substance of glory. Glory in all its form was inevitably something metallic.

For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed. By its subtle, infinitely varied operation, the steel restored the classical balance that the body had begun to lose, reinstating it in its natural form, the form that it should have had all along.

There's no doubt that he'll be heading straight for tragedy. It will be beautiful, of course, but should he throw his whole life away as a sacrificial offering to such a fleeting beauty—like a bird in flight glimpsed from a window?

Sá»± ph?n tr?c c?a nàng cÅ©ng gi?ng nhÆ° sá»± ph?n tr?c c?a các vì sao và nh?ng chòm tùng bách nh?n ho?t.

It is no exaggeration to say that the first real problem I faced in my life was that of beauty.

Lo bello siempre me intimida. Y eso no es todo, porque en ocasiones me envilece.

Cay buruktu. Bilirsiniz, buruk olur tadi yuceligin.

Non è esagerato dire che il primo problema che affrontai in vita mia fu quello della bellezza.

The Imperial Concubine was fully aware of her own beauty, and she tended to be attracted by any force, such as religion, that treated her beauty and her high rank as things of no value.

Il mondo di certo finirà in rovina, però prima che ciò avvenga per alcuni attimi si materializzeranno splendide movenze che in un altrettanto breve intervallo scompariranno.

That is because one must proceed from clarity, and the smallest element of miscalculation produces fantasy, and fantasy produces beauty.

Pi?kno jest bezcelowe, pi?kno przep?ywa przez nasze cia?a, nie pozostawiaj?c ?ladu i nic nie zmieniaj?c...

Como les sucede a tantos jovenes, pues vivir la juventud es una muerte impetuosa y constante, ellos aspiraban continuamente a una nueva destrucción. Un hermoso joven en el umbral de la muerte debe tener una sonrisa en los labios.

He was fully aware that beauty is a thing which must sleep and which, in sleeping, must be protected by knowledge. But there is no such thing as individual knowledge, a particular knowledge belonging to one special person or group. Knowledge is the sea of humanity, the field of humanity, the general condition of human existence. I think that is what he wanted to say.

what has no place in a poem has no place in my house.

Beautiful things always intimidate me [...] More than that, they drag me down. How can that be? Is it a superstition that beauty elevates mankind?

They were simply looking at the sky. In their eyes there was no vision: only the reflection of the blue and the absolute skies of early autumn. Those blue skies though, were unusual skies that I might never see again in my life.

Why, why?" he thought, gritting his teeth. "Why are people not allowed to do what is most beautiful, when ugly, shoddy acts, acts for the sake of gain, are all freely allowed?

When the Golden Temple reflected the evening sun or shone in the moon, it was the light of the water (in the pond before it) that made the entire structure look as if it were mysteriously floating along and flapping its wings. The strong bonds of the temple's form were loosened by the reflection of the quivering water, and at such moments the Golden Temple seemed to be constructed of materials like wind and water and flame that are commonly in motion.

Los labios y los ojos de Sonoko resplandecían. Su belleza me deprimía y despertaba en mi una sensación de impotencia. Esa misma sensación es la causa de que Sonoko me pareciera aún más efímera.

But it was the kind of experience—like death, like the glow of a jewel, like the beauty of a sunset—that is almost impossible to convey to others.

Dreams, memories, the sacred—they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desting, tear d touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.