Quotes About Beauty

We haven't any use for old things here." "Even when they're beautiful?" "Particularly when they're beautiful. Beauty's attractive, and we don't want people to be attracted by old things. We want them to like the new ones." "But the new ones are so stupid and horrible.

There, on a low bed, the sheet flung back, dressed in a pair of pink one-piece zippyjamas, lay Lenina, fast asleep and so beautiful in the midst of her curls, so touchingly childish with her pink toes and her grave sleeping face, so trustful in the helplessness of her limp hands and melted limbs, that the tears came to his eyes.

True, Clara's eyebrows didn't meet. But she was really too pneumatic. Whereas Fifi and Joanna were absolutely right. Plump, blonde, not too large...And it was that great lout, Tom Kawaguchi, who now took the seat between them.

But, then, you were born a pagan; I am trying laboriously to make myself one. I can take nothing for granted, I can enjoy nothing as it comes along. Beauty, pleasure, art, women - I have to invent an excuse, a justification for everything that's delightful. Otherwise I can't enjoy it with an easy conscience.

Our Ford himself did a great deal to shift the emphasis from truth and beauty to comfort and happiness. Mass production demanded the shift. Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning; truth and beauty can't.

The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.

Outside, in the garden, it was playtime. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boscage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters.

Outside, in the garden, it was playtime. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters.

Las prímulas y los paisajes, explicó, tienen un grave defecto: son gratuitos. El amor a la Naturaleza no da quehacer a las fábricas.

He had decided to live there because the view was so beautiful, because, from his vantage point, he seemed to be looking out onto the incarnation of a divine being. But who was he to be pampered with daily and hourly sight of loveliness? Who was he to be living in the visible presence of God?

Porque es antiguo; ésta es la razón principal. Aquí las cosas antiguas no nos son útiles. —¿Aunque sean bellas? —Especialmente cuando son bellas. La belleza ejerce una atracción, y nosotros no queremos que la gente se sienta atraída por cosas antiguas. Queremos que les gusten las nuevas.

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

For Monet, on this occasion, water lilies were the measure of water lilies; and so he painted them.

She looked up with a certain anxiety. 'But you don't think I'm too plump, do you?' He shook his head.Like so much meat. 'You think I'm all right.' Another nod. 'In every way?' 'Perfect.' he said aloud. And inwardly, 'She thinks of herself that way. She doesn't mind being meat.

We haven't any use for old things here." "Even when they're beautiful?" "Particularly when they're beautiful.

Galbe. That was a good word; but it was French. Le galbe evase de ses hanches: had one ever read a French novel in which that phrase didn't occur? Some day he would compile a dictionary for the use of novelists. Galbe, gonfle, goulu: parfum, peau, pervers, potele, pudeur: vertu, volupte

Pero mejor que las fórmulas mágicas de Mitsima porque aquello significaba algo más, porque le hablaba a él; le hablaba maravillosamente, de una manera solo a medias comprensible, con un poder mágico, bellísimo, de Linda.

the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth

La felicidad universal conserva los engranajes funcionando con regularidad; la verdad y la belleza, no. Y

Outliving beauty's outward with a mind that doth renew swifter than blood decays.

A beleza atrai, e nós não queremos que ninguém seja atraído pelas coisas antigas. Queremos que amem as novas.

And now it was a dozen hornbills hopping, like fragments of a disordered imagination, through a cloud of orchids.

Rostros todavía lozanos y sonrosados (porque la sensibilidad era un proceso tan rápido que no tenía tiempo de marchitar las mejillas, y sólo afectaba al corazón y el cerebro) se volvían a su paso

As flores do campo e as paisagens têm um grave defeito: são gratuitas. O amor à natureza não estimula a atividade de nenhuma fábrica.