Quotes About Beauty

Why should the Mass of Sainte Cécile bend my thoughts wandering among caverns whose walls blaze with ragged masses of virgin silver? What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage and Sylvia bent, half curiously, half tenderly, over a small green lizard, murmuring: "To think that this also is a little ward of God!

Why should certain chords in music make me think of the brown and golden tints of autumn foliage?

Crimson nor yellow roses nor The savor of the mounting sea Are worth the perfume I adore That clings to thee. The languid-headed lilies tire, The changeless waters weary me; I ache with passionate desire Of thine and thee. There are but these things in the world— Thy mouth of fire, Thy breasts, thy hands, thy hair upcurled And my desire.

I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth...

That is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles.

That lovely things exist is a lovely thought.

Often I walked in the neighboring forest of fir and pine, whose beauties, wonderful winter solitudes, seemed to protect me from the onset of despair. Ineffably kind voices spoke down to me from the trees: 'You must not come to the hard conclusion that everything in the world is hard, false, and wicked. But come often to us; the forest likes you. In its company you will find health and good spirits again, and entertain more lofty and beautiful thoughts.

Questions are usually more beautiful, more significant than their resolutions, which in fact never resolve them, are never sufficient to satisfy us, whereas from a question streams a wonderful fragrance.

This is freedom,' said the instructress, 'it's something very wintry, and cannot be borne for long. One must always keep moving, as we are doing here, one must dance in freedom. It is cold and beautiful. Never fall in love with it. That would only make you sad afterwards, for one can only be in the realm of freedom for a moment, no longer. Look how the wonderful track we are floating on is slowly melting away. Now you can watch freedom dying, if you open your eyes…

There is no better city than Paris in which to love. There is no worse city than Paris in which to love and to lose.

Sad and sweet and wise Here a child reposes Dust is on his eyes, Quietly he lies - Satan, strew Roses.

Algunas veces en la noche, yo pensaba en la belleza con que los poetas estremecieron al mundo, y todo el corazón se me anegaba de pena como una boca con un grito. Pensaba en las fiestas a que ellos asistieron, las fiestas de la ciudad, las fiestas en los parajes arbolados con antorchas de sol en los jardines florecidos, y de entre las manos se caía mi pobreza.

Es síntoma de una inteligencia universal poder regalarse con con distintas bellezas.

My duty is to try to reach beauty. Cinema is emotion. When you laugh you cry.

To laugh or cry is the most beautiful thing in the world

Buon giorno, Principessa!" #newfavoritemovie

La vita è bella

Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.

Demasiado bonito para que durara, ya saben, los espíritus singulares no soportan tanto amor, tanta perfección encontrada por casualidad

Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who love.

Brief like beauty, Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who love.

An unforgettable love, and brief. Like a hurricane? No, a love as brief as the sigh of a guillotined head, brief like beauty, absolute beauty

Sólo la poesía no está contaminada, sólo la poesía está fuera del negocio. No sé si me entiende, maestro. Sólo la poesía, y no toda, eso que quede claro, es alimento sano y no mierda.

Era, por cierto, muy hermosa y en ocasiones incluso dolorosamente hermosa. (...) Se reía con ganas, abierta, feliz, y en la combinación del sonido y de sus gestos uno adivinaba sueños inquietantes, paranoias, ganas de vivir a todo trapo aunque terminara rasguñada y llena de magulladuras.