Quotes About Beauty

And dip your fingers in the frost:

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

Nous fuyons son Visage d'autant plus que nous l'apprécions De peur que l'ineffable disgrâce de la vision Entache Notre Adoration

Perché nasca una prateria, bastano un trifoglio, un'ape e un sogno. E se non ci sono le api e il trifoglio, può bastare anche il sogno.

Bring me the sunset in a cup." ? Emily Dickinson

To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing — Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd — The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In Dun, or fair — So whether it be Rune, Or whether it be none Is of within. The Tune is in the Tree — The Skeptic — showeth me — No Sir! In Thee!

She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve;

Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?

La genciana trenza sus bordes, el telar del arce está rojo. Mis flores moribundas eluden la ostentación.

Morii per la bellezza ma ero appena abituata alla tomba che uno che morì per la verità fu deposto in una stanza attigua Mi chiese piano "Perché sei mancata?" "Per la bellezza" risposi "E io per la verità sono una cosa sola noi siamo fratelli" disse Così, come congiunti che si incontrino di notte parlammo fra le stanze finché il muschio raggiunse le nostre labbra e coprì i nostri nomi.

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" – Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home – I – a Sparrow- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest

Some things that fly there be, — Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:

I'll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time.

That's what the best par of life is, those days or minutes you can't ever frame or paint beforehand

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

Vatican Palace…because in Venturi's words, 'Less is

that hard work, honesty, and integrity always paid off in the end, while skating by on your looks was somehow an offense. And like that day playing psychiatrist, I occasionally worried that she was right.

The late afternoon sun highlighted all her lines and wrinkles, making her look older than I thought of her as. Then again, she probably was in her early seventies by now, which somehow seemed so much older than one's late sixties.

Cremation was definitely the way to go. It was the way I wanted to go, rather than risk the possibility of going out on a bad-hair day.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Her coral liptint was faintly luminous; when she pressed her lips together, they made a glowing rosebud in her face.

I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening.

The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.