Quotes about Beauty
Late have I loved thee oh beauty so ancient yet so new
— St. Augustine
Flowers often grow more beautifully on dung-hills than in gardens that look beautifully kept.
— Francis de Sales
Where is the person who has so tasted the beauty of the age to come that the diamonds of the world look like baubles, and the entertainment of the world is empty, and the moral causes of the world are too small because they have no view to eternity? Where is this person?
— Sam Storms
Gazing at the grandeur of heavenly glory transforms our value system. In
— Sam Storms
Fasting is about ingesting the Word of God, the beauty of God, the presence of God, the blessings of God. Fasting is about spiritual indulgence!
— Sam Storms
The thorn is one of the most cursed, and angry, and crabbed weeds that the earth yieldeth, and yet out of it springeth the rose, one of the sweetest-smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye, that the earth hath. Your Lord shall make joy and gladness out of your afflictions; for all His roses have a fragrant smell. Wait for the time when His own holy hand shall hold them to your nose...
— Samuel Rutherford
I am in as sweet communion with Christ as a poor sinner can be; and am only pained that He hath much beauty and fairness, and I little love; He great power and mercy, and I little faith; He much light, and I bleared eyes.
— Samuel Rutherford
O! for the long day, and the high sun, and the fair garden, and the King's great city up above these visible heavens!
— Samuel Rutherford
The thorn is one of the most cursed and angry and crabbed weeds that the earth yields, and yet out of it springs the rose, one of the sweetest smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye.
— Samuel Rutherford
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!
— William Wordsworth
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
— John Keats
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
— Toni Morrison