Quotes About Beauty

I have been trying to remember being young, which is hard because I don't feel old until I try to get up from my chair. Or when I look at the photograph Jennifer took of me sitting on a stool next to her twins, and really, from the back, it looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen? I think, but, oh well, I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now.

What I used to fear was growing old—not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good.

My definition of fear is that it's a constant companion, a sidekick, riding you like a watch, going in and out of the days. I don't live like that anymore. The fact that I'm sixty-three has something to do with it. What I used to fear was growing old—not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good.

I watch the dogs, one tiny dachshund so skinny he looks like a single stroke of calligraphy.

Above all, remember that the meaning of life is to live as if it were a work of art. You're not a machine. When you're young, start working on this great work of art called your own existence.

Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art.

Life is hard but so very beautiful

You can complain because a rose has thorns, or you can rejoice Because the thorns have a rose.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

Make something beautiful of your life.

music has always been a celebration of the ineradicability of life.

Denn die reinigendste, die allerschönste Blume der Liebe, aber nur der höchsten Liebe, ist das Verzeihen, darum wird es auch immer an Gott gefunden und an Müttern. Schöne Herzen tun es öfter--schlechte nie.

Among the books there were also some containing bombast. They didn't try to portray Nature as it is within and outside of man; rather, they tried to make it more beautiful, seeking to elicit certain effects. I turned away from them. If reality isn't sacred to them, how are they capable of creating something more beautiful than God's Creation?

A snow-capped mountain in Switzerland, seen from the comfort of an cabin, can set off a profound chain of thought about ice and ancient history; a gentle snow in the Paris suburbs can create images that show the transience of beauty. The winter window has two sides, one for the watcher and one for the white drifts, and the experience of winter is often not one or the other but both at once.

The sign at Starbucks should read "Friends are like snowflakes: more different and beautiful each time you cross their path in our common descent." For the final truth about snowflakes is that they become more individual as they fall; that, buffeted by wind and time, they are translated, as if by magic, into every stranger and more complex patterns, until at las they touch earth. Then, like us, they melt.

The passage from the big to the little is what makes Paris beautiful, and you have to be prepared to be small—to live, to trudge, to have your head down in melancholy and then lift it up, sideways—to get it.

Things were pretty cold-blooded back in Rockdale. That's when my arms were so pretty I could hold them up to the light and see the veins curling all clean and smooth like little blue branches.

Man naturally desires, not only to be loved, but to be lovely.

Virtue is excellence, something uncommonly great and beautiful, which rises far above what is vulgar and ordinary.

Everything's finished. Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composes a sentence of death with grammatical errors. Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces freeze into medallions, despair turns to rapture and the hard fruits of stars in the sky ripen like grapes, and beauty endures, shaken, unperturbed, and God is and God dies; night returns to us in the evening, and the dawn is hoary with dew.

Are you aware of the Japanese concept of mono no aware, the bitter sweetness of things?" "I'm afraid not." "The Japanese sages say the best way to appreciate beauty is to focus on its transient, fragile and fleeting nature.

And to live at all is miracle enough.

He loved his family and he loved beauty. For a true Italian, those are the only two things that matter, because in the end that's what sustains you. Your family gathers around you and shores you up while the beauty uplifts you.

If a man walks in beauty, he will create, and when he creates, he prospers.