Quotes About Beauty

I've not much interest in the important things of life. Only in the beautiful things. Just this lilac here makes me happy.

Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.

She was very beautiful and he felt he loved her. She was not beautiful as a state or a picture is beautiful; she was beautiful as a meadow across which the wind blows. It was life that pulsed in her and that had formed her into what she was.

To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn't better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one's shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.

Ljubav nije jezero u kome se uvek može ogledati... ona ima plimu i oseku i olupine i potonule gradove i bure i kov?ege sa zlatom i bisere… ali biseri su duboko...

I hate it when people mix things, I hate the cowlike yearning toward one another while the beauty and the power of a great work breaks over one; I hate the swimming looks of lovers, the foolish blissful cuddling, the indecent sheepish happiness that can never rise above itself; I hate all the talk of becoming one through love;

From this day forth I place dressmakers above philosophers. Those people bring beauty into life, and that's worth a hundred times the most unfathomable meditations.

Po danu Lisabon ima ne?eg naivno teatralnog što privla?i i o?arava — ali je no?u grad iz bajke koji se sa blistavo osvijetljenim terasama spušta ka moru, kao neka nagizdana žena što se naginje ka svom tamnoplavom ljubavniku.

His misfortune was that he saw a cherry tree in a garden.

The car ran almost noiselessly. It ran as if gravity had no power over it. Houses glided past, churches, villages, the golden spots of the estaminets and bistros, a gleaming river, a mill, and then again the even contour of the plain, the sky arching above it like the inside of a huge shell in whose milky nacre shimmered the pearl of the moon.

Pasaulis niekada neatrodo toks gražus, kaip t? akimirk?, kaii j? paliekame, kai jums atima laisv?

it is strangely beautiful and arresting.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum." Joan

Pasaule cilv?kam nekad neš?iet tik skaista k? mirkl?, kad vi?š tiek ieslodz?ts. Pirms vi?am t? j?atst?j. Kaut vienm?r to var?tu izjust t?du! Varb?t mums par maz laika tam. Par maz miera.

Happiness lies all around us. We only have to pick it up.

Der junge Tag hauchte von weit her seinen reinen Atem über die dreckigen Höfe und die rauchigen Dächer in das Fenster, und es war immer noch Wald und Leben darin.

It was not any recognition of their beauty and their significance that attracted us, but the communion, the feeling of a comradeship with the things and events of our existence, which cut us off and made the world of our parents a thing incomprehensible to us—for then we surrendered ourselves to events and were lost in them, and the least little thing was enough to carry us down the stream of eternity.

I implore them with my eyes: Speak to me—take me up—take me, Life of my Youth—you who are care-free, beautiful—receive me again— I wait, I wait. Images float through my mind, but they do not grip me, they are mere shadows and memories. Nothing—nothing—

?udno je - re?e Lenc posle izvesnog vremena. - ?udno je da se spomenici podižu svim mogu?im ljudima, a nikad mesecu ili rascvetalom drvetu.

Das Licht war Gold und das Blau eine letzte, seidene Fahne des Sommers.

Te jeseni 1939. život je ?oveku bio nanovo poklonjen - re?e Švarc. - ?ak su i kestenovi te jeseni ponovo procvetali, po drugi put, u Parizu - se?ate li se?

Õhtu teeb maailma ilusamaks. Mitte jooksukraavides, küll aga rahuajal.

The most beautiful city in the world is the one where you are happy.

Ainult lilled. Need katavad kõike. Isegi haudu.