Quotes About Beauty

Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, "Too fair to worship, too divine to love."...

I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...

poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...

I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...

you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...

have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...

every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...

when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...

loveliness is the Milky Way... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty...

in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

beauty is not symmetry of parts- that's so impotent -as Mishima says, beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, & finally destroys...

I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...

I can't grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...

when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...

I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...

that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...

the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...

I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems...