beauty quotes
There is sometimes a greater judgement shewn in deviating from the rules of art, than in adhering to them; andthere ismore beauty inthe works of a great genius who is ignorant of all the rules of art, than in the works of a little genius, who not only knows but scrupulously observes them.
Edward Hopper is the great painter of American hell in the 20th century, the limner-laureate of the beauty, poignance, eternityand bone-ache disquietude of life.
My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressings fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on; But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone.
Pulchritudo enim creaturae nihil est aliud quam similitudo divinae pulchritudinis in rebus participata. The beautyofcreaturesisnothingother thananimage of the divine beauty in which things participate.
Solus homo delectatur in ipsa pulchritudine sensibilium secundum seipsam. Only man delights in the beauty of sense objects for their own sake.
And that sweet City with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.
Bonte vaut mieux que beaute . Kindness is worth more than beauty.
Sero te amavi, pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova, sero te amavi! Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you.
Beauty is as summer-fruits, which are easy to corrupt, and cannot last.
That is the best part of beauty, which a picture cannot express.
I have trouble with beauty.
La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.
Beautyand the lust for learning have yet to be allied.
Je n'e cris point d'amour, n'estant point amoureux, Je n'e cris de beaute , n'aiant belle maistresse, Je n'e cris de douceur, n'esprouvant que rudesse, Je n'e cris de plaisir, me trouvant douloureux. I cannot write of love, as I am not in love, I cannot write of beauty, as I have no beautiful mistress, I cannot write of sweetness, as I experience nothing but hardship, I cannot write of pleasure, as I am always in pain.
On se fait une ide e pre cise de l'ordre, mais non pas du de s ordre. La beaute , la vertu, le bonheur, ont des proportions; la laideur, le vice, et le malheur, n'en ont point. We can form a precise idea of order, but not of disorder. Beauty, virtue, happiness, all have their proportions; ugliness, vice and unhappiness have none.
Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.One thing have I desired of the L, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the L all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the L, and to inquire in his temple.
O worship the L in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the L, she shall be praised.
Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the L revealed? For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely hehath borne ourgriefs, and carried our sorrows.
The Spirit of the Lord G isuponme; becausethe Lhath anointed meto preach good tidings untothemeek; he hath sent me, to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;To proclaim the acceptable yearofthe L, and the dayof vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for thespirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the L, that he might be glorified.
Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.
And I replied unto all these things which encompass the door of my flesh,'Ye have told me of my god, that ye are not he: tell me something of him'. And theycried all with a great voice,'He made us'.Myquestioning themwasmy mind's desire, and their Beauty was their answer.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.
Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
He shouldered high his voluntary Cross, Wrestled his hardships into forms of beauty, And taught his gorgon destinies to sing.
If Nature had not befriended us with beauty, and other good graces, to help us to insinuate our selves into men's affections, we should have beenmore enslaved thanany other of Nature's creatures she hath made.
Awit should no more be sincerethana woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as t'other of beauty.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
A gentleman's park is my aversion. It is not beauty because it is not nature.
En perseguirme, Mundo, Que interesas? En que te ofendo, cuando so lo intento poner bellezas en mi entendimiento y no mi entendimiento en las bellezas? World, in hounding me, what do you gain? How can it harm you if I choose, astutely, rather to stock my mind with things of beauty, than waste its stock on every beauty's claim?
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voices of liberty be mute? He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rarerare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
Strength and beautyare the blessings of youth; temperance, however, is the flower of old age.
Les beaute s ont, dans les arts, le me" me fondement que les ve rite s dans la philosophie.Qu'est-ce que la ve rite ? La conformite de nos jugements avec les e" tres. Qu'est-ce que la beaute d'imitation? La conformite de l'image avec la chose. Beauty has in art the same foundation as does truth in philosophy. What is the truth? The conformity of our judgements with beings. What is the beauty of imitation? The conformity of the image with the thing.
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail: And pity never ceases to be shown To him, who makes the people's wrongs his own.
The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mystical. It is the power of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which ourdull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive formsthis knowledge, this feeling, isatthe centerof true religiousness.In thissense, and in this sense only, I belong to the rank of devoutly religious men.
You can scarcely imagine the beauty and magnificence of the buildings we burnt.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.
Cricket remains for me the game of games, the sanspareil, the great metaphor, the best marriage ever devisedof mind and body For meit remainstheProust of pastimes, the subtlest and most poetic, the most past- and-present; whose beauty can lie equally in days, in a whole, or in one tiny phrase, a blinding split second.
Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer You couldn't afford to let the beauty of the thing seduce you too far or you forgot the truth and the truth was always hard as iron bloody bars.
He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which, no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Beauty pains, and when it pained most, I shot.
I believe that the scientist is trying to expand absolute truth and the artist absolute beauty, so that I find in art and science, and in an attempt to live a good life, all the religion I want.
Beauty isthe first test: there isno permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics.
Who says that fictions onlyand false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair?
All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
Le beau n'a qu'un type; le laid en a mille. Beauty has only one form; ugliness has a thousand.
In art economy is always beauty.
God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.
A pox of her autumnal face, her pieced beauty!
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imaginationwhat the imagination seizes as beauty must be truthwhether it existed before or not.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.
A new glass age has begun, which is equal in beauty to the old one of Gothic windows.
Even in victory, there is no beauty, and he who calls it beautiful is one who delights in slaughter.
On ne peut juger de la beaute de la vie que par celle de la mort. One can only judge the beauty of life through death.
I do not want peace nor beauty nor even freedom from 494 pain. I want to fight and to feel new gods in the flesh.
Death is a name for beauty not in use.
Il n'y a que la Beaute et elle n'a qu'une expression parfaite, la Poe sie. There is only beautyand it has only one perfect expression, poetry.
We sing the love of danger.Courage, rashness, and rebellion are the elements of our poetry. Hitherto literature has tended to exalt thoughtful immobility, ecstasy, and sleep, whereas we are for aggressive movement, febrile insomnia, mortal leaps, and blows with the fist.We proclaim that the world is richer for a new beautyof speed, and our praise isfor themanat the wheel. There is no beauty now save in struggle, no masterpiece can be anything but aggressive, and hence we glorify war, militarism and patriotism.
We affirm that the world's magnificence has been enriched bya new beauty: the beautyof speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breatha roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot ismore beautiful than theVictory of Samothrace.
What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then? If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters'thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admire' d themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valour, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits: I thus conceiving and subduing both, That which hath stopped the tempest of the gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel the lovely warmth of shepherds'flames, And march in cottages of strowe' d weeds, Shall give the world to note, for all my birth, That virtue solely is the sum of glory, And fashions men with true nobility.
Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possessed.
In the final analysis, all architecture reveals the application of human ingenuity to the satisfaction of human needs. And among these needs are not only shelter, warmth and accommodation, but also the needs, felt at every moment in every part of the world in endlessly different ways, for something more profound, evocative and universal, for beauty, for permanence, for immortality.
'Strange friend,' I said,'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,'said the other,'save the undone years, The hopelessness.Whatever hope is yours Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.'
Of such wisdom, the poetic passion, the desire of beauty, the love of art for its own sake, has most. For art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highestquality toyourmomentsasthey pass,and simply for those moments'sake.
The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; But beauty faded has no second spring.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon.When we love a womanwe don't start measuring her limbs.
First follow Nature, and your judgement frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force and beauty must to all impart, At once the source and end and test of art.
Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died. See how the world its veterans rewards! Ayouth of frolics, an old age of cards.
The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one's owneven more, one's own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well- being.
Art very possibly ought to be the supreme achievement, the'accomplished', but there is the other satisfactory effectthat of a man hurling himself at an indomitable chaos and yanking and hauling as much of it as possible into some sort of order (or beauty) aware of it both as chaos and as potential.
But of good household features her person was made, Nor by faction cry'd up nor of censure afraid, And her beauty was rather for use than parade.
On a dit que la beaute est une promesse de bonheur. Inversement, la possibilite du plaisir peut e" tre un commencement de beaute . It has been said that beauty is a guarantee of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be the beginning of beauty.
Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree. Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills, The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three, And of medicos marvelling sweetly on her ills.
Un soir, j'ai assis la Beaute sur mes genoux.Et je l'ai trouve e ame' re.Et je l'ai injurie e. One evening, I sat Beauty on my knees.And I found her bitter.And I hurt her.
Le Bonheur e tait ma fatalite , mon remords, mon ver: ma vie serait toujours trop immense pour e" tre de voue e a' la force et a' la beaute . Happiness was my fate, my remorse, my worm: my life would always be too large to be dedicated to force and to beauty.
There can be no danger in sweetness and youth Where love is secured by good nature and truth, On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain, While every kind look adds a link to my chain.
But could we not reach the point of highest perfection in a new kind of art, in this art of landscape, and perhaps reach a higher beauty than existed before?
Mathematics possesses not only truth, but supreme beautya beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture.
I always say beauty is only sin deep.
The things people had once held against her unconventional beautyun-American elegance, the taste for French clothes and French foodwere suddenly no longer liabilities but assets.
Look not thou on beauty's charming, Sit thou still when kings are arming. Taste not when the wine-cup glistens, Speak not when the people listens, Stop thine ear against the singer, From the red gold keep thy finger, Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beautyand love lay bare.
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
For she was beautifulher beauty made The bright world dim, and everything beside Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade.
To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came.
And truly, even Plato, whosoever well considereth shall find that in the body of his work, though the inside and strength were philosophy, the skin as it were and beauty depended most on poetry.
Where the satyrs are chattering, nymphs with their flattering Glimpse of the forest enhance All the beauty of marrow and cucumber narrow And Ceres will join in the dance.
For seasons change, And order, truth, and beauty range, Adjust, attract, and fill: The grass the polyanthus cheques; And polished porphyry reflects, By the descending rill.
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling or just after.
Man is the hunter; woman is his game: The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; They love us for it, and we ride them down.
The men, the music piercing that solitude And silence, told me truths I had not dreamed, And have forgotten since their beauty passed.
For a long time we dreamed of a real leather ball, and at last my brother had one for his birthday. The feel of the leather, the stitching round it, the faint gold letters stamped upon it, the touch of the seam, the smell of it, all affected me so deeply that I still have that ache of beauty when I hold a cricket ball.
Que coisa e a formosura, sena o uma caveira bem vestida, a que a menor enfermidade tira a cor, e antes de a morte a despir de todo, os anos lhe va o mortificando a gra c° a daquela exterior e aparente superf|cie, de tal sorte, que, se os olhos pudessem penetrar o interior dela, o na o poderiam ver sem horror? What isbeauty, but a well-dressed skull that loses colour with the slightest illness, and, before death robs it of everything, the grace of its external and apparent surface is mortified by the years in such a way that, if eyes could penetrate within beauty, they could watch it only full of horror?
Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd; Bid her come forth, Suffer her self to be desir'd, And not blush to be admir'd.
Verse thus design'd has no ill fate, If it arrive but at the date Of fading beauty, if it prove But as long-liv'd as present love.
Sum up my faults, I pray, and you shall find, That beauty, and gay clothes, a merry heart, And a good stomach to a feast, are all, All the poor crimes that you can charge me with.
Why should only I Be cased up, like a holy relic? I have youth And a little beauty.
The beauty of the world is almost the only way by which we can allow God to penetrate usthe beauty of the world isthe commonest, easiest and most natural way of approach.
I despair of the Republic! What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beautyand rustic health.
'Tis midnight, falls the lamp-light dull and sickly On a pale and anxious crowd, Through the court, and round the judges thronging thickly, With prayers they dare not speak aloud Two youths, two noble youths, stand prisoners at the bar You can see them through the gloom In the pride of life and manhood's beauty, there they are Awaiting their death-doom.
The more legal and material hindrances women have broken through, themore strictlyand heavilyand cruelly images of female beauty have come to weigh upon them.
'Beauty' is a currency like the gold standard. Like any economy it is determined by politics, and in the modern age in theWest it isthe last, best belief systemthat keeps male domination intact.
When women breached the power structure in the 1980stwo economies finally merged. Beauty was no longer just a symbolic form of currency: it literally became money.
London is enchanting. I step out upon a tawny coloured magic carpet, it seems, and get carried into beauty without raising a finger People pop in and out, lightly, divertingly like rabbits; and I look down Southampton Row, wet as a seal's back or red and yellow with sunshine, and watch the omnibuses going and coming and hear the old crazy organs.One of these days I will write about London, and how it takes up the private life and carries it on, without any effort.
Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!
21st Mayagloriousday forbeauty.Iwishyoucould see how lovely our country is at this fine season.
Wit ismore necessary than beauty; and I think no young woman ugly that has it, and no handsome woman agreeable without it.
When you are old and greyand full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly how Love fled And paced among the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there anotherTroy for her to burn?
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