Quotes About Beauty

Eneren, lyngens mor, er mitt tre. Den trenger ingen sommer, bare regn og sne. Fillet krone den løfter, ingen har hørt dens sus. Den har en lang, seig rot som kan gro av grus. Den bærer vind over skuldrene, skyene i sitt hår. Den kan stå i stormen. Knelende. Men den står. Kanskje den har en drøm i sindet: Det hvite ranunkel-bed der verden slutter og breene kommer ned. Av alle trær på jorden nærmest den store sne, breenes blinde sol. Å, var jeg som det.

Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly," wrote Henry Miller. "Everything…we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is golden for him who has the vision to realize it as such." Once

It's a wonder that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

They showed considerable anxiety because they were in the process of loving beauty.

Je n'ai jamais imaginé qu'on put être à ce point hanté par une voix, par un cou, par des épaules, par des mains. Ce que je veux dire, c'est qu'elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

If the world can no longer afford the luxury of natural beauty, then it will soon be overcome and destroyed by its own ugliness.

L'amour, tu sais, ce dont il a le plus besoin, c'est l'imagination. Il faut que chacun invente l'autre avec toute son imagination, avec toutes ses forces et qu'il ne cède pas un pouce du terrain à la réalité ; alors, là, lorsque deux imaginations se rencontrent… Il n'y a rien de plus beau.

Les gens tiennent à la vie plus qu'à n'importe quoi, c'est même marrant quand on pense à toutes les belles choses qu'il y a dans le monde.

Aš jau seniai nebesileidžiu apkvailinamas savo ?kv?pimo, ir jei vis dar svajoju paversti pasaul? laimingu sodu, tai dabar jau žinau, kad darau tai ne iš meil?s žmon?ms, o iš meil?s sodams.

Madame Rosa dit que la vie peut être très belle mais qu'on ne l'a pas encore vraiment trouvée et qu'en attendant il faut bien vivre.

Colonialists respect nothing. They would take creatures royal in their primitive beauty, serene in their ignorance, and noble in their qaked simplicity, and would twist them out of shape, distort their minds, contaminate them with their own ideologies and abstractions.

Quando è a terra, un aquilone ha bisogno di molta amicizia; a livello del suolo perde forma e vita, e si rattrista facilmente. Gli ci vuole altezza, spazio libero e molto cielo attorno per sbocciare in tutta la sua bellezza.

Cosa caratterizza la grazia?» "Io pensai alla piccola polacca, al suo collo, alle sue braccia, al volo della sua chioma, e risposi senza esitare: «Il movimento». "Presi diciannove. Devo il mio diploma all'amore.

Foarte aproape de noi, p?durea râdea uneori cu o voce un pic ascuÈ›it? de feti?? È™i apoi se aÈ™ternea o t?cere îndelungat? È™i era greu s? nu o b?nuieÈ™ti de un s?rut, sau chiar mai r?u. Era totuÈ™i o p?dure foarte demn? È™i chiar afectat?, care avea mai multe titluri de nobleÈ›e.

P?rul ei avea blondul acela ars È™i lipsit de via?? prin care coaforii de dam? îÈ™i arat? calit??ile de îmb?ls?m?tori.

It's absolutely essential that man should manage to preserve something other than what helps to make soles for shoes or sewing machines, that he should leave a margin, a sanctuary, where some of life's beauty can take refuge and where he himself can feel safe from his own cleverness and folly. Only then will it be possible to begin talking of civilization.

Elle n'avait jamais vraiment aimé les impressionnistes. Elle trouvait qu'ils manquaient d'outrance, de passion. Seul Renoir, parfois, savait traiter un corps de femme avec ce manque de respect qui lui était dû.

Rien ne vaut la peine d'être vécu qui n'est pas d'abord une oeuvre d'imagination, ou alors la mer ne serait plus que de l'eau salée...

All that was still needed was genuine inspiration, a flash of pure poetry that would make all the difference between an elaborate, overcomplicated and clumsy effort and the simplicity of beauty.

He thought of all that the newspapers were printing about him. Each man attributed to him his own hopes, his own motives and rancors, and his own secret misanthropy: it was in vain that he stated his own aims clearly; there was nothing he could do about it. And yet the truth was clear; it could hardly be clearer. He loved all those free roots that gave their beauty to the earth and to man's life on it. He loved nature, and he had always done his best to defend it.

People often told him that Lan was very beautiful, but Pei had no opinion about that. He had never really noticed other women, and to say that a woman was or was not beautiful meant looking at her with an experienced eye.

Starr noticed that some of her prettiness was gone now, and that left her beautiful. The inner wear and tear was showing through. Shining through.

It's strange, he thought, how beautiful human hands can be in spite of what they do.

It is the artist's business to create sunshine when the sun fails.