Quotes About Beauty

For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.

And aye, beside her stalks her amarous knight! Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn, And thro' those brogues, still tatter'd and betorn, His hindward charms glean an unearthly white, Ah! thus thro' broken clouds at night's high Noon Peeps in fair fragments forth the full-orb'd harvest-moon!

O happy things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gished from my heart, And I blessed them unaware

poetry: the best words in the best order." — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.

E se tu stessi dormendo E dormendo facessi un sogno E in quel sogno vedessi te stesso in Paradiso E li cogliessi uno strano e bellissimo fiore E, una volta svegliato, ti ritrovassi Col fiore in mano? Oh, e se così fosse, che faresti allora?

That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure; No plot so narrow, be but Nature there, No waste so vacant, but may well employ Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes 'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good, That we may lift the soul, and contemplate With lively joy the joys we cannot share.

around her, looking as beautiful as she

Beware of women in white who look and move and talk like goddesses. Sooner or later there 'll be hell to pay.

She sighed and lifted her hand to run it along the edge of his lip. You want to stay here, in the employees' quarters? Wouldn't you be a little out of place? If you're here,it will be the Taj Mahal.

She wasn't soft, but she never saw the sense of a living thing dying such a cruel death just for some woman's vanity. Still, she thought, a fur coat when the wind blew down off the Tenmile Range would feel mighty good. Maybe they made fur coats out of foxes that died of old age.

for pleasing to me are meadows and a far view

She wasn't any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell.

It was beautiful to be heartbroken, it was as pleasurable as a thing could be. But pointless.

It was night, and the sky spreading into a rain that fell like darkness visible, a glistering where there was no light.

because in spite of the most terrible suffering, the heart goes on loving; that is the beauty of love.

He said every time you look at a sunset and feel an expansion in your chest, that's the Divine in you recognizing the Divine in nature.

El ocaso del día era como el fin del mundo, con esos atardeceres color violeta que hay en Bogotá, ciudad que es fea pero que tiene un cielo muy lindo, algo incomprensible

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

Stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes.

You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.

The gleaming stars all about the shining moon Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth with clear silver light.

nature's beauty was a powerful balm for the mind.