Quotes About Beauty

Mathematics is not merely a tool for commercial transactions but rather a visible expression of the world's beauty and truth

Female nudes were not meant to titillate the viewer with their sensuality but to give physical form to abstractions such as ideal beauty or chaste love.

After all, no matter how elegant the script or how beautiful the illuminations and bindings, the pages had been made from the hides of dead beasts.

The soft throb and glow roused in my breast by the gilt letters of four or five different languages winking at me from scores of handsomely tooled bindings—the sight of so much knowledge so beautifully presented—swiftly flamed out.

Ugliness is in the eye of the beholder. I learned that at my mother's knee and other low joints

I like the sun." "Do you really? I didn't think you'd go in for simple things like sun. You're the neon type, aren't you?" "If you say so.

She put her hands over her ears and made a monkey face. Even then, she couldn't look ugly. She had such good bones, her skeleton would have been an ornament in any closet.

daughter?' 'She was a beautiful child.' Mrs Williams's eyes grew misty with the quasi-maternal feelings of a procuress.

The sun, heavy and red, was almost down on the horizon now. Its image floated like spilled fire on the water. The

Graff was floating on his back in the pool when George Wall and I went outside. His brown belly swelled above its surface like the humpback of a Galapagos tortoise. Mrs. Graff, fully clothed, was sitting by herself in a sunny corner. Her black dress and black hair seemed to annul the sunlight. Her face and body had the distinction that takes the place of beauty in people who have suffered long and hard.

She went on looking like exactly what she was: a hard blonde beauty in her fading thirties, fighting the world with two weapons, sex and money. Both of her weapons had turned in her hands and scarred her.

dazzling band of sea. Twenty or thirty miles out, a string of brown hunchbacked islands lay on the bright horizon like basking tortoises. The woman looked at the Pacific and its islands as if they belonged to her. I found out later that one of them did.

Pretty was hardly the word. With her fierce curled lips, black eyes and clean angry bones she must have stood out in her graduating class like a chicken hawk in a flock of pullets.

The sunset spilled on the water and flared across the sky. The sky changed through several colors and became a soft crumbled gray. It was like walking under the roof of an enormous cave where hidden fires burned low.

So every creative act strives to attain an absolute status it longs to create a world of beauty to triumph over chaos and convert it to order.

We live in a state with a wonderful climate and plenty of natural beauty, from the shores of Cumberland Island to the Chattahoochee River to the Blue Ridge Mountains.

aesthetic experience

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

Y aquellas alas de mariposa azul de qué nos sirven? preguntarán los que nacieron sin alas. ¿De qué nos sirve eso que flota en el vago azul de los sueños? Contesta el poeta: -Pour des certains êtres sublimes, planer c'est servir.

Pero mi corazón es más brillante que todas las estrellas del cielo, porque brilla para Annie, abrasado por la luz del amor de mi Annie, por el recuerdo de los bellos ojos luminosos de mi Annie....

de la excelsa beldad que encarnas, ha hecho brotar estrellas sobre el mundo, a

el de la excelsa beldad que encarnas, ha hecho brotar estrellas sobre el mundo

Las bellas mujeres aprestan coronas de flores, y bajo los pórticos vense sus rostros de rosa; y la más hermosa sonríe al más fiero de los vencedores. ¡Honor al que trae cautiva la extraña bandera; honor al herido y honor a los fieles soldados que muerte encontraron por mano extranjera!

Una vez voló un clavel de su tallo hecho mariposa roja, y una estrella descendió fascinada y se tomó en flor de lis.