Quotations about beauty. Is beauty an objective quality, or a product of our perspective and thinking? What makes a person or a thing beautiful? Are our standards of beauty legitimate, or do we value certain kinds of beauty, and only outward beauty, more than the worth of every person?
The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day.
It’s sad when girls think they don’t have anything going on except being pretty.
Every day is an opportunity to stand in awe when witnessing the overpowering presence of nature, an apt time to pay reverence for the inestimable beauty of life. I must remain mindful to live in an ethical manner by paying attention to the threat of injustice towards other people and resist capitulating to the absurdity of being a finite body born into infinite space and time. I am part of the world, a spar in a sacred composition, a body of energy suspended in the cosmos. I seek to create a poetic personal testament to life.
Do not be hardened by the pain
and cruelty of this world.
Be strong enough to be gentle,
to be soft and supple like running water,
gracefully bending around sudden turns,
lithely waving in strong winds,
freely flowing over sharp rocks,
all the while quietly sculpting
this hard world into ever deeper beauty,
gently eroding rigid rock into silken sand,
tenderly transforming human cruelty
Remember, true strength is not found in the stone,
but in the water that shapes the stone.
Real beauty is to be true to oneself.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
I am so tired of waiting.
for the world to become good
and beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
and cut the world in two—
and see what worms are eating
at the rind.
When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.
Competence, like truth, beauty and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.
There’s beauty in the things we think are imperfect. That sounds very cliché, but it’s true.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
A woman always has to prove her beauty.
Love is a great beautifier.
The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
People are more than just the way they look.
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.
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
The beauty of the past belongs to the past.
Just because you are blind, and unable to see my beauty doesn’t mean it does not exist.
There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life.
Sometimes people are beautiful not in looks, not in what they say, just in what they are.
Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.
To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something very important about the condition of the ethical life: that it is based on a trust in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed; it’s based on being more like a plant than like a jewel, something rather fragile, but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from that fragility.
Something Beautiful Remains
The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet echoes on in sweet, soulful refrains.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty, they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.
[I]f we revert to history, we shall find that the women who have distinguished themselves have neither been the most beautiful nor the most gentle of their sex.
A rose does not answer its enemies with words, but with beauty.
Looking for and enjoying beauty is a way to nourish the soul. the universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh-baked bread. Beauty is everywhere.
It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.
When it comes to the beauty of nature, time stops, the space becomes silent and the soul falls asleep while awake!
Force yourself to find something beautiful in everything you do and you will only do beautiful things.
No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly; and this self-deceit is yet stronger with respect to the offspring of the mind.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.
Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilisation.
If a woman loves her own body, she doesn’t grudge what other women do with theirs; if she loves femaleness, she champions its rights.
It’s true what they say about women: Women are insatiable. We are greedy. Our appetites do need to be controlled if things are to stay in place. If the world were ours too, if we believed we could get away with it, we would ask for more love, more sex, more money, more commitment to children, more food, more care. These sexual, emotional, and physical demands would begin to extend to social demands: payment for care of the elderly, parental leave, childcare, etc. The force of female desire would be so great that society would truly have to reckon with what women want, in bed and in the world.
She wins who calls herself beautiful and challenges the world to change to truly see her.
Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.
That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.
I am thinking of beauty again, how some things are hunted because we have deemed them beautiful. If, relative to the history of our planet, an individual life is so short, a blink, as they say, then to be gorgeous, even from the day you’re born to the day you die, is to be gorgeous only briefly.
Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.
Do you love me because I am beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.
Beauty is a form of Genius–is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.
It is better to be beautiful than good, but it is better to be good than ugly.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
Accept the responsibility of being yourself as you are, with all that is good and with all that is bad, with all that is beautiful and that which is not beautiful. In that acceptance a transcendence happens and one becomes free.
Beauty is a fragile gift.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
Natural beauty takes at least two hours in front of a mirror.
Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost…. So much beauty I often laugh, and my day is made. Still if you wanted to, I think, you could feel sadness without end.
It’s a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I’d be rotten to the core.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Inner beauty should be the most important part of improving one’s self.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.
How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all people, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.
The world thus exists to the soul to satisfy the desire of beauty. This element I call an ultimate end. No reason can be asked or given why the soul seeks beauty. Beauty, in its largest and profoundest sense, is one expression for the universe. God is the all-fair. Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All. But beauty in nature is not ultimate. It is the herald of inward and eternal beauty, and is not alone a solid and satisfactory good. It must stand as a part, and not as yet the last or highest expression of the final cause of Nature.
If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.
For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe.
We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.