Quotes About Beauty

There are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but we go off to foreign countries to find new ones, we reach to the stars to find new ones--. . . . The god of the church is a jealous god; he cannot live in peace with other gods.

I had seen beauty, but the beauty had burdened me with responsibility.

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing: -"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade.

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing:—"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade...

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

I've developed into quite a swan. I'm one of those people that will probably look better and better as I get older until I drop dead of beauty.

A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy. Rumer Godden found in Power of Simple Living by Ellyn Sanna

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

...the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest.

...my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

...rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.

This love is the rose that blooms forever.

Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

Let yourself become living poetry.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.