Quotes About Beauty

She has regular features but yet one could not say that she was pretty. She is too big and too stout. Her features are not regular and yet one could say that she is very pretty. She is too small and too thin. She's a voice teacher

O critic? "negativ? se realizeaz? str?lucitor pe lucidit??i m?runte. Lucrul acesta îl ÅŸtia pân? ÅŸi Titu Maiorescu: cita cazul omului de bun-simÅ£ care s-a revoltat c? poetul compar? ochii iubitei cu dou? stele, c?ci este absurd s? g?seÅŸti o asem?nare între ochii mari, negri ÅŸi stelele mici, argintii.

Why can't you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You'll find what you're trying to say in him- as you'll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! That's beautiful. But I wasn't trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let's drink up and forget it. That's more my idea.

Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love?.. Why was I born without a skin, O God, that I must wear armor in order to touch or to be touched?

LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply-- up toward the sun-- everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow...

you got him alone tonight--there'll be a beautiful moon to fill him with poetry and loneliness

The Whirlpool galaxy beautifully displays its spiral nature while mysteriously hiding exactly how it spins the way it does.

A work of art speaks a truth we can't speak outright: the truth of the human experience. Love, joy, grief, guilt, beauty—no words can communicate these. We can only represent them in stories and pictures and songs. Art is the way we speak the meaning of our lives.

But somehow, after you talked to her for a while, after you got to know her, she started to look really awesome. I thought so anyway. After you found out how warm she was, how kind, how interested she was in what other people had to say. It changed the way she looked . . . I don't really know how to describe it.

Only Coleridge was philosophically brilliant enough to understand that their declarations about nature—its immortality, its beauty and truth—needed to rest upon the supernatural, "a kind of common sensorium"—as he called Jesus Christ—"the total Idea that modifies all thoughts.

The world had no beauty of its own. The beauty of the world was created in the human experience, in me. The very fact of beauty, the very idea that something could be beautiful, only existed in me. The point was not to see the world....The point was to experience the world.

she has been bewitched by a wicked sorceress, and will not regain her beauty until she is my wife.' 'Does she say so? Well if you believe that you may drink cold water and think it bacon'.

You feel ugly, you feel used, you feel broken you feel bruised. Ahh but me, I can see all the beauty underneath. You've been robbed of love and pride. Been ignored and cast aside. Even so, I still know there is beauty underneath. Diamonds never sparkled bright, if they are they are set just right. Beauty sometimes goes unseen. -Phantom

Magpie' by The Unthanks),

He hangs in shades the orange bright,Like golden lamps in a green night.

Where the remote Bermudas ride,In th' ocean's bosom unespied.

But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.

For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

What wondrous life in this I lead Ripe apples drop about my head

If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

Why are there no handsome priest in Paris? One has no inclination to confess anything to an ugly man.

For she was not of their world nor did she share their values. When she looked at a rose she savoured its beauty, they counted the petals.