Quotes About Beauty

When God created us, he founded His living nature for our home; But you sit in this gloom, surrounded By mildred skull and arid bone.

You go forth with joy to gather flowers for your queen in winter, and grieve when you can find none, and cannot understand why they do not grow.

Alas! it is so hard to find corporeal wings that match those of the human mind. Yet in all of us there is an innate urge to rise aloft and soar along when, lost in the blue space above us, the lark pours forth its vibrant song, when high above fir-covered crags the eagle floats on outspread wing, and when above the plains and lakes the crane seeks out its native place.

Yes, here within thy sanctified walls there's a soul in each object,

Wär' nicht das Auge sonnenhaft, Wie könnten wir das Licht erblicken? Lebt' nicht in uns des Gottes eigne Kraft, Wie könnt' uns Göttliches entzücken?

God can be worshipped in no more beautiful way than by the spontaneous welling up from one's breast of mutual converse with Nature.

The year is dying. The wind blows across the stubble and finds there is nothing left for it to shake. Only the red berries on their slender trees still seem to want to remind us of something merrier and the beat of the thresher awakens in us the thought of how much life and nourishment lies hidden in the cut-down ear of corn.

The highest goal that man can achieve is amazement. ? Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Theory of Colours . (The M.I.T. Press; 1st edition March 15, 1970) Originally published 1810.

Sabahleyin güne? do?up da nefis bir gün mu?tulay?nca, hiçbir zaman hayk?rmaktan kendimi alam?yorum: i?te yine birbirlerinin burnundan getirecekleri ilâhi bir nimet.

Herrlich glänzte der Mond, der volle, vom Himmel herunter;

Estamos acostumbrados a que los seres humanos se rían de lo que no entienden, a que rezonguen ante lo bueno y lo bello, que a menudo les resulta fastidioso

Mit tausendfacher Liebeswonne Sich an mein Herz drängt Deiner ewigen Wärme Heilig Gefühl, Unendliche Schöne!

Our plans and designs should be so perfect in truth and beauty, that in touching them the world could only mar. We should thus have the advantage of setting right what is wrong, and restoring what is destroyed. 13

Die Natur Ihr Schauspiel ist immer neu, weil sie immer neue Zuschauer schafft. Leben ist ihre schönste Erfindung und der Tod ist ihr Kunstgriff, viel Leben zu haben.

Jakie? maj? prawo Do mnie te gwiazdy na górze ?e si? na mnie gapi??

Was wir von Natur sehn, ist Kraft, die Kraft verschlingt, nichts gegenwärtig, alles vorübergehend, tausend Keime zertreten, jeden Augenblick tausend geboren, groß und bedeutend, mannigfaltig ins Unendliche; schön und häßlich, gut und bös, alles mit gleichem Rechte nebeneinander existierend.

Schöpft des Dichters reine Hand,. Wasser wird sich ballen. __Lied und Gebilde

Auf der Welle blinken Tausend schwebende Sterne, Welche Nebel trinken Rings die türmende Ferne;

Era immersa nel suo libro e in se stessa, tanto amabile da vedersi che gli alberi, i cespugli tutt'attorno avrebbero dovuto essere animati e dotati di occhi per ammirarla e goderne.

Te ocupas de la botánica? ¿De la óptica? ¿Qué haces? ¿No es una ganancia más hermosa conmover a un corazón tierno? Ah. los corazones tiernos. Un charlatán es capaz de conmoverlos. Que sea mi única dicha conmoverte a ti, naturaleza.

Te molesta que permanezca en silencio? ¿Qué iba a decir? No te das cuenta de la callada elocuencia de suspiros y miradas. Una diosa es capaz de romper el sello de los labios. Es Aurora. Ella me despertará un día junto a tus pechos. Sí, entonces cantaré mi himno a los dioses matinales, como el cuadro mnemónico, dulce revelador de secretos.

Non c'è mezzo più sicuro per sfuggire al mondo che l'arte, e non ci si lega a esso con maggior sicurezza che tramite l'arte.

Dio solo sa che cosa voglia dire sedersi, essere dinnanzi a una creatura incantevole e non poter porgerle la mano, nonostante l'afferrare sia l'impulso più naturale fra gli uomini. I bambini non allungano la mano verso tutto quello che colpisce i loro sensi?

Samo?a je mome srcu dragocjen melem u ovom rajskom kraju, a ovo godišnje doba mladeži svom svojom puno?om grije moje srce koje ?esto zna protrnuti od jeze. Svako stablo, svaka živica cvjetne su kitice i ?ovjek bi se rada pretvorio u hrušta ne bi li mogao lebdjeti u moru miomirisa i tu nalaziti svu svoju hranu.