Quotes About Beauty

The moonlight returned and brightened. The Dead Sea shone like a barrel of oil, sparks of light shot out from it illuminating the mountainsides, and from the mountains one could see bonfires. Since I was sad, I thought of things that make one even sadder.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul."

Ch?opak nawet przystojny, tylko czo?o mia? troch? za niskie. Ale ostatecznie czo?o to nie Pa?ac Kultury, mo?e by? i niskie, w pracy umys?owej to nie przeszkadza.

I wondered why people consider escapism so bad, even the escapism on display right then. At first it might appear unseemly, but in the end its lack of pretension gives it its own sort of beauty.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

?imdi bak?yorum,yüzünüz hiç de fena bir k?za benzemiyor.Fakat yapt?klar?n?z? kendiniz be?eniyor musunuz ?

çünkü sanat, yeryüzünde ve insanlar?n içinde olup bitenleri, çöplükle saray? ayn? hakikatten uzak ve güzelle?tirici örtüye bürüyen ay ????? gibi, tatl? bir yalan bulutunun arkas?ndan göstermeye mecburdu, sanat eserinden faydalanabilecek durumda olanlar, her ?eyden önce avunmak, oyalanmak istiyorlard?; sanatkar?n ekme?i de i?te bu tatl? rüya merakl?lar?na ba?l?yd?...

Ah,ben hayvanlar? çok severim.Bütün canl? mahluklar?,hayat?,güzelli?i,saadeti severim.Bahtiyar bir köpek bile benim içimi sevinçle dolduruyorçBen karanl?k ?eylerden bahsetmek için dünyaya gelmemi?im.?çim tatl?,s?cak,ne?eli ?eyler anlatmak iste?iyle yan?yor.

Ben dünyada bu kadar güzel gülen, güldü?ü zaman bu kadar güzel olan insan görmedim.

So much beauty in this dark and dreary scene! Oh, to breathe in this moist air! This was how life should be lived: attuned to nature, its every flutter and sway, while time moves inexorably forward. Rejoicing in every moment, finding a lifetime in each and every one, in the knowledge that these moments were revealing themselves to me as to no other. Never forgetting that there existed another with whom I could share all my thoughts. I just had to wait...

Güzelli?e hücum edenler içlerinde ve d??lar?nda güzelli?in en ufak bir eserini bile ta??mayanlar ve güzel bir ?ey yapmaya asla muktedir olmayanlard?r.

Güzelli?e hücum edenler içlerinde ve d??lar?nda güzelli?in en ufak bir eserini bile ta??mayanlar ve güzel bir ?ey yapmaya asla muktedir olmayanlard?r. Onlar böylece kendi mahrumiyetlerinin intikam?n? ald?klar?n? zannederler.

?lkbahar gibi bir mevsimi olan bu dünya, üzefrinde ya?anmaya de?er...Ne olursa olsun...

?lkbahar gibi bir mevsimi olan bu dünya, üzerinde ya?anmaya de?er...Ne olursa olsun...

Küçük resim öyle gözümü yumup bakacak gibi fena de?ildi. Sen en fena resimde bile güzelsin Aliye. Sen her zaman herkesten güzelsin.

Çünkü sanat, yeryüzünde ve insanlar?n içinde olup bitenleri, çöplükle saray? ayn? hakikatten uzak ve güzelle?tirici örtüye bürüyen ay ????? gibi, tatl? bir yalan bulutunun arkas?ndan göstermeye mecburdu,..

?nsanlar?n birbirlerini aramalar?, bulmalar? ve birbirlerinin içini seyretmeleri için konu?man?n neden muhakkak surette laz?m olmad???n?, neden baz? ?airlerin boyuna, tabiat?n güzelli?i kar??s?nda yanlar?nda konu?madan gidecek birini arad?klar?n? anlad?m.

As in flowers, beauty grows slowly, silently in the poet.

Life is like an overgrown garden. You can spend your time cursing the weeds, or you can work to pull them out. In either case, the flowers are what matter.

He was as temptingly made as the first Adam must have been. God hadn't shirked his duties when creating Gideon Horn. No, indeed. In fact, she wondered if God hadn't put just a jot too much effort into it. He should have given the man something more useful than good looks and a treacherous charm. Humility, for example. She tried to imagine a humble Gideon, but it was impossible. Such a creature would be beyond even the Almighty's powers of imagination.

She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.

It was like looking at heaven from the ferry to hell.