Quotes
Quotes about Beauty
Go bow thy head in gentle spite,
Thou lily white,
For she who spies thee waving here,
With thee in beauty can compare
As day with night.
? John Bartlett, compFor me the diamond dawns are set
In rings of beauty,
And all my ways are dewy wet
With pleasant duty.
A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
Beauty vanishes like a vapor,
Preach the men of musty morals.
Though one were fair as roses
His beauty clouds and closes.
Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought.
Scatter the clouds that hide
The face of heaven, and show
Where sweet peace doth abide,
Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,
But, sprung at once to beauty's perfect round,
Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,--
A life-complete in death-complete to die.
? John Bartlett, compEngland's sun was slowly setting o'er the hill-tops far away,
Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day;
And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,--
He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;
He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,
Struggled to keep back the murmur, "Curfew must not ring to-night."
Deemest thou labor
Only is earnest?
Grave is all beauty,
Solemn is joy.
Land of Heart's Desire,
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.
What magic shall solve us the secret
Of beauty that's born for an hour?
There's too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear.
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.
Of surpassing beauty and in the bloom of youth.
For ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.
Whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. So it is none the worse nor the better for being praised.
Doth perfect beauty stand in need of praise at all? Nay; no more than law, no more than truth, no more than loving kindness, nor than modesty.
He used to say that personal beauty was a better introduction than any letter; but others say that it was Diogenes who gave this description of it, while Aristotle called beauty "the gift of God;" that Socrates called it "a short-lived tyranny;" Theophrastus, "a silent deceit;" Theocritus, "an ivory mischief;" Carneades, "a sovereignty which stood in need of no guards."
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain.
Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
I am not having this sort of nonsense, do you hear? You never take art for what it is â beauty, ultimate meaning, form for its own sake, self-subsisting.
Why did goddesses select models of ugliness to build a home? Foils to their beauty?
There is, for everybody, a first time. A psychedelic moment, as they say or used to say nowadays, an instant of recognition of verbally inexpressible spiritual realities, a meaning for the term beauty.
