Quotes About Beauty

Un hombre de la Tierra piensa: «En ese cuadro no hay realmente color. Un físico puede probar que el color es sólo una forma de la materia, un reflejo de la luz, no la realidad misma». Un marciano, mucho más inteligente, diría: «Este cuadro es hermoso. Nació de la mano y la mente de un hombre inspirado. El tema y los colores vienen de la vida. Es una cosa buena».

He surveyed the lake of grass below, all the dandelions gone, a touch of rust in the trees, and the smell of Egypt blowing from the far east.

N'est-ce pas agréable de se promener à cette heure de la nuit ? J'aime humer les choses, regarder les choses, et il m'arrive de rester toute la nuit debout, à marcher, et de regarder le soleil se lever. (Clarisse McClellan)

There, on the world's rim, the lovely snail gleam of the railway tracks ran, flinging wild gesticulations of lemon or cherry-colored semaphore to the stars.

He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon.

Irritations and angers aside, what about loves? What do you love most in the world? The big and little things, I mean.

Me parece que los marcianos eran bastante ingenuos. —Sólo cuando les convenía. Renunciaron a empeñarse en destruirlo todo, humillarlo todo. Combinaron la religión, arte y ciencia, pues en verdad la ciencia no es más que la investigación de un milagro inexplicable, y el arte, la interpretación de ese milagro. No permitieron que la ciencia aplastara la belleza.

Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh? Light the third page, from the second and so on, chain-smoking, chapter by chapter, all the silly things the words mean, all the false promises, all the secondhand notions and time-worn philosophies.

The best sculpture, like the head of Nefertiti, says again and again, The Beautiful One was here, is here, and will be here, forever.

What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it.

He was a thing of brush and liquid eye, of fur and muzzle and hoof, he was a thing of horn and blood that would smell like autumn if you bled it out on the ground.

Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.

and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.

He, on the other hand, found great beauty behind her face, great kindness and understanding.

with him holding her she felt so beautiful she knew their marriage had slipped her from her ugliness, like a bright sword from its case.

The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

Mr. Sanderson stood in the sun-blazed door, listening. From a long time ago, when he dreamed as a boy, he remembered the sound. Beautiful creatures leaping under the sky, gone through brush, under trees, away, and only the soft echo their running left behind.

Le cose che si sono viste una volta non possono morire, semplicemente non possono. Da qualche parte, nelle celle gocciolanti di cera di un alveare o nelle trentamile lenticole che ornano la testa di una falena, tutti i colori e le cose viste in un dato anno dovevano potersi ritrovare

And the moon be still as bright.

Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.

Yakmak bir zevkti.

No arruinaremos este planeta -dijo el capitán-. Es demasiado grande y demasiado hermoso. -¿Cree usted que no? Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenemos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

A handsome girl with a round, dark face set like a flower on a stalk-like neck smiled prettily at John as she shut the door, then glanced at his companion and became lost in the contemplation of his eyes.

Her every step seemed an advertisement of her entire anatomy.