Quotes About Beauty

Does anything genuinely beautiful need supplementing? No more than justice does—or truth, or kindness, or humility. Are any of those improved by being praised? Or damaged by contempt? Is an emerald suddenly flawed if no one admires it? Or gold, or ivory, or purple? Lyres? Knives? Flowers? Bushes? 21.

Beautiful things are beautiful in themselves. They are not beautiful because they are admired. Praise adds nothing to beauty, and scorn can't detract from it. Just think of the things that are considered beautiful by the vulgar.

Everything which is in any way beautiful is beautiful in itself, and terminates in itself, not having praise as part of itself.

Live such that, when your life is at its end, you may look back and recall how many beautiful things you've seen, how many pains you've patiently endured, how many pleasures you've passed by to stay on your path, and how many disagreeable people you've treated kindly.

Does anything genuinely beautiful need supplementing? No more than justice does—or truth, or kindness, or humility. Are any of those improved by being praised? Or damaged by contempt? Is an emerald suddenly flawed if no one admires it? Or gold, or ivory, or purple? Lyres? Knives? Flowers? Bushes?

Whatever is beautiful owes its beauty to itself, and when it dies its beauty dies with it. Praise adds nothing to beauty, makes it neither better nor worse.

Does anything genuinely beautiful need supplementing? No more than justice does- or truth, or kindness, or humility. Are any of those improved by being praised? Or damaged by contempt? Is an emerald suddenly flawed if no one admires it?

I who have seen the nature of the good that it is beautiful, and of the bad that it is ugly, and the nature of him who does wrong, that it is akin to me, not only of the same blood or seed, but that it participates in the same intelligence and the same portion of the divinity

The cohesiveness and beauty that intelligence lends to the face—that's what the body needs. But it should come without effort.

But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own

They are like this because they can't tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own—not of the same blood or birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine.

Everything in any way beautiful has its beauty of itself, inherent and self-sufficient: praise is no part of it.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. Think constantly on the changes of the elements into each other, for such thoughts wash away the dust of earthly life.

In the United States, the central values of our culture are the "three A's": attractiveness, achievement, and affluence. For

Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.

If you have a library in your garden, everything will be complete.

Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.

It is to this effect: If a man should ascend alone into heaven and behold clearly the structure of the universe and the beauty of the stars, there would be no pleasure for him in the awe-inspiring sight, which would have filled him with delight if he had had someone to whom he could describe what he had seen. Thus nature, loving nothing solitary, always strives for some sort of support, and man's best support is a very dear friend.

She's beautiful. In the way she is.

Sometimes people are beautiful.

What could be more beautiful than this lake, these hills, the flowers on the apple tree? Galilee is beautiful. We are beautiful. You, Miriam, our friends... The Almighty has given us this beauty. Why would he want us to ignore it? On the contrary, we should feed on the joy and happiness he gives us, not just the horrors of Herod!

They said I was the most beautiful of women. My beauty was a beauty that inspired as much fear as desire.

There was nothing humble in his gaze. Nothing brotherly, either. It was the kind of look that made Sililli's hackles rise. The look of a young animal, inflamed by Sarai's beauty and heavy with desire.

After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.