Quotes about Beauty
To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love
— Soren Kierkegaard
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.
— Heinrich Heine
I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.
— Henry David Thoreau
Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful, " then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.
— Mario Puzo
We are given this beautiful life, this beautiful world, and we destroy it with ingratitude and hate.
— Marty Rubin
O fairest of creation! last and best of all God's works! creature in whom excell'd whatever can to sight or thought be form'd, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defac'd, deflower'd, and now to Death devote?
— John Milton
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, to the full-voiced choir below, in service high, and anthems clear as may, with sweetness, through mine ear dissolve me into ecstasies, and bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
— John Milton
Anon they move in perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders.
— John Milton
These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.
— John Milton