Quotes About Beauty

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

Emily Dickinson

The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky

And the snows come hurrying from the hills

These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, — A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee

bright crowds of flowers

Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee

Counts his nectars — enters, And is lost in balms!

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me— Because He's Sunrise—and I see— Therefore—Then— I love Thee—

I don't know which it is - I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold - though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

The cricket sang, And set the sun

The low grass loaded with the dew

The murmur of a bee

Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet

With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain

No weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.

Her face is rounder than the moon

DAWN. When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.

chubby daffodil.

When bumble-bees in solemn flight

When roses cease to bloom, dear

The meteor of birds

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur – and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves

I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room— He questioned softly Why I failed? For Beauty, I replied— And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are, He said— And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night— We talked between the Rooms— Until the Moss had reached our lips— And covered up—Our names—