Quotes About Beauty

If you ask me, flowers are like men … The bigger the dumber!

Si elle n'est plus belle, eh bien tant pis ! Nous nous arrangerons ! J'ai gardé tant de beauté d'elle en moi, si vivace, si chaude que j'en ai bien pour tous les deux et pour au moins vingt ans encore, le temps d'en finir.

Nous effectuions comme des progrès de poésie rien qu'à l'admirer d'être tellement belle et tellement plus inconsciente que nous. Le rythme de sa vie jaillissait d'autres sources que les nôtres

Childe Hassam.

I think life is supposed to be beautiful. We're supposed to try to make it that way . . . Sad, terrible things happen, but it's up to us to plant flowers. To bring forth the beauty.

She always said that flowers were incidental; if we loved the earth, we couldn't help but bring forth beautiful things.

Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay, Centre Pompidou, Cluny, Musée Jacquemart-André

exquisitely intimate Marmottan.

Willard Metcalf, Matilda Browne, Benjamin Morrison, William Merritt Chase, Henry Ward Ranger, and William Chadwick

A poet once wrote that cathedrals were never built beside the sea because it was so beautiful it would distract the people from praying.

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous red head.

It was a view I never tired of, especially

Beauty, as defined by society at large, seemed to be only about who was best at looking like everyone else.

This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point.

When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.

That's a lovely idea, Diana," said Anne enthusiastically. "Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn't it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath--pouf! I'm so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren't you?

Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting.