Quotes About Beauty

Through the way where hope is guiding, Hark, what peaceful music rings; Where the flock, in Thee confiding, Drink of joy from deathless springs. Theirs is beauty's fairest pleasure; Theirs is wisdom's holiest treasure. Thou dost ever lead Thine own In the love of joys unknown.

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon. It never makes an appearance itself, but is a visible reflection in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind. It is as various as nature herself.

One ought, each day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words.

One would give generous alms if one had the eyes to see the beauty of a cupped receiving hand.

There is no surer method of evading the world than by following Art, and no surer method of linking oneself to it than by Art.

The Eternal Feminine draws us on.

Knowst thou the land where the lemon trees bloom,Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?

I sing as the bird singsThat lives in the boughs.

The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

In art the best is good enough.

So dear night the half of life is, And the fairest half indeed.

Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words.

There is nothing more frightful than imagination without taste.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

In the colorful reflection we have what is life.

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!