Quotes About Beauty

Beautiful day!!! Isn't it always?

Don't only fall in love with people, fall in love with nature. Nature has a lot things to shows.

Every flower you see is a smile

Every single flower and rose you see is a beautiful smile to the world

For men roses are friends, and for women roses are beauty.

Life without love is like a world without flowers

Look a the mirror with a smile in your face. You will find out how beautiful you are.

people tells you I love you, because they think that you are blind and in your darkness you see a beautiful sky.

Smile in front of mirror and you will realize. How beautiful you are.

You are as beautiful as waterfall.

True love never fails. It will ever blossom like flowers in good wether, taste like day dream and also warm like a home greeting

The moon, a sliver of white light, rose a hand above the horizon, then, tired, fell back. The purple blackness overhead faded into grey, the grey into pale blue; this was followed quickly by pastel reds and oranges, and finally, yellow rays streamed through the trees as the sun climbed.

As I drove away, I felt deeply comforted knowing that magical things were still living in the world.

And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few; There is not time enough on earth for all I'd like to do; But, having lived and having toiled, I'd like the world to find Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

The viol, the violet, and the vine.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary, wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was Greece,And the grandeur that was Rome.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with duty or with truth.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

Freedom is ugly, but is much more beautiful than slavery.

For, none may tell another how to be beautiful. It must be the reflection of that entertained in the heart and mind of the individual. And as He is beauty, He is friendship, He is love, the more and the nearer individuals reflect that in their conversation, in their dealings with their fellow man, the greater the glory to Him.