Quotes About Beauty

La grandeza de una bella puesta de sol me entristece con toda su hermosura. Ante ella suelo decir: el que es feliz debe sentirse contento al ver esto.

Beijem o marido que lhes estiver em cima do corpo e mudem com a imaginação o homem num olhar belo que lhes estiver em cima da alma.

Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu, Mas nele é que espelhou o céu.

Mas se Deus é as flores e as árvores E os montes e sol e o luar, Então acredito nele, Então acredito nele a toda a hora, E a minha vida é toda uma oração e uma missa, E uma comunhão com os olhos e pelos ouvidos.   Mas

We're well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write. But everything is imperfect. There's no sunset so lovely it couldn't be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn't bring yet sounder sleep.

How many things that we consider right or true are merely the vestiges of our dreams, the sleepwalking figures of our incomprehension! Does anyone know what's right or true? How many things we consider beautiful are merely the fashion of the day, the fiction of their time and place! How many things we consider ours are utterly foreign to our blood, we being merely their perfect mirrors or transparent wrappers!

I open the window. Everything outside is so gentle, yet it pierces me with an indefinable pain, a vague feeling of discontent.

Wise is the man who has the potential for height in his muscles but who renounces climbing in his consciousness. By virtue of his gaze, he has all hills, and by virtue of his position, all valleys. The sun that gilds the summits will gild them more for him than for someone at the top who must endure the bright light; and the palace perched high in the woods will be more beautiful for those who see it from the valley than for those who, imprisoned in its rooms, forget it. I

Only people who wear clothes find the naked body beautiful. The overriding value of modesty for sensuality is that it acts as a brake on energy.

What used to be moral is aesthetic for us. What was social is now individual.

In order to write this, I plucked the souls from all the flowers, and out of the ephemeral moments of all the songs of all the birds I wove eternity and stagnation.

A glória de um poente belo, com a sua beleza entristece-me . Ante ele eu digo sempre: como quem é feliz se deve sentir contente ao ver isto!

Through rational thought I can recognize that a man is a living being just like me, but for my true, involuntary self he has always had less importance than a tree, if the tree is more beautiful.

Ah! Querem uma luz melhor que a do Sol! Querem prados mais verdes do que estes! Querem flores mais belas do que estas que vejo! A mim este Sol, estes prados, estas flores, contentam-me. Mas, se acaso me descontentam, O que quero é um sol mais sol que o Sol, O que quero é prados mais prados que estes prados, O que quero é flores mais estas flores que estas flores — Tudo mais ideal do que é do mesmo modo e da mesma maneira!

I prefer a defeat that knows the beauty of flowers to a victory in the desert, full of blindness in the soul, alone with its isolated nothingness.

I prefer to fail having known the beauty of flowers than to triumph in a wilderness, for triumph is the blindness of the soul left alone with its own worthlessness.

Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças...  Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças,  Flores, música, o luar, e o sol que peca  Só quando, em vez de criar, seca. 

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all aims, objectives and intentions.

Para mí, la humanidad es un vasto motivo de ornamentación que vive en los ojos y en los oídos y acaso en la emoción sicológica.

The beauty of ruins? That they're no longer good for anything.

Privirea mea albastr? ca bolta cerului E calm? ca apele însorite. Chiar aÈ™a este, albastr? È™i calm?, Cum nici nu întreab? È™i nici nu se mir?... Dac? eu m-aÈ™ întreba È™i m-aÈ™ minuna Nu s-ar mai ivi pe câmpuri flori noi ?i nici nu s-ar schimba ceva în soare ca s? devin? astfel È™i mai mândru.

There's no sunset so lovely it couldn't be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn't bring a yet sounder sleep.

Tenho pensamentos que, se conseguisse realizá-los e torná-los vivos, acrescentariam uma nova luz às estrelas, uma nova beleza ao mundo e um maior amor ao coração dos homens.

I see humanity as merely one of Nature's latest schools of decorative painting. I don't distinguish in any fundamental way between a man and a tree, and I naturally prefer whichever is more decorative, whichever interests my thinking eyes.