Beautiful Quotes
The beauty of nature includes all that is called beautiful, as its flower, and all that is not called beautiful, as its stalk and roots. Indeed, when I go to the woods or the fields, or a send to the hilltop, I do not seem to be gazing upon beauty at all, but to be breathing it like the air. I am not dazzled or astonished; I am in no hurry to look lest it be gone. I would not have the litter and debris removed, or at the bands trimmed, or the ground painted. What I enjoy is commensurate with the earth and sky itself. It clings to the rocks and trees; it is kindred to the roughness and savagery; it arises from every tangle and chasm; it perches on the dry oakstubs with the hawks and buzzards; the crows shed it from their wings and weave it in to their nests of coarse sticks; the fox barks it, the cattle low it, and every mountain path leads to its haunts. I am not a spectator of, but a participator in it. It is not an adornment; its roots strike to the centre of the earth.
John Burroughsâ€
If a certain assemblage of trees, of mountains, of waters, and of houses that we call a landscape is beautiful, it is not because of itself, but through me, through my own indulgence, through the thought or the sentiment that I attach to it
Charles Baudelaireâ€
How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward
Spanish Proverb
The mathematicians patterns, like the painters or the poets must be beautiful; the ideas like the colours or the words, must fit together in a harmonious way. Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics.
Godfrey Harold Hardy
Sports are positively essential. It is healthy to engage in sports, they are beautiful and liberal, liberal in the sense that nothing serves quite as well to integrate social classes, etc., than street or public games.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Water is also one of the four elements, the most beautiful of God's creations. It is both wet and cold, heavy, and with a tendency to descend, and flows with great readiness. It is this the Holy Scripture has in view when it says, "And the darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." Water, then, is the most beautiful element and rich in usefulness, and purifies from all filth, and not only from the filth of the body but from that of the soul, if it should have received the grace of the Spirit
John of Damascus
Scientific truth is too beautiful to be sacrificed for the sake of light entertainment or money. Astrology is an aesthetic affront. It cheapens astronomy, like using Beethoven for commercial jingles.
Richard Dawkins
It is a common saying that the most beautiful woman in the world can only give what she has. This is entirely false. She gives exactly what the recipient thinks he has received; for imagination fixes the value of this sort of favour.
Nicolas Chamfort
People are always saying, Can you use your skills to get extraordinarily beautiful women into bed? Well... yes, yes I can.
Derren Victor Brown
These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name The Prairies.
William Cullen Bryant
The most beautiful things in the universe are the starry heavens above us and the feeling of duty within us.
Indian Proverb
I ask no more from mortals Than your beautiful face implies, The beauty the artist beholding Interprets and sanctifies. Who says that men have fallen, That life is wretched and rough? I say, the world is lovely, And that loveliness is enough. So my doubting days are ended, And the labour of life seems clear; And life hums deeply around me, Just like the murmur here, And quickens the sense of living, And shapes me for peace and storm, And dims my eyes with gladness When it glides into colour and form!
Robert Williams Buchanan
O Balder, he who fashiond us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Deaths sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. Ah! never faild my servant Death, Wheneer I named his name, But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! Yet only thro the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. But whosoeer shall conquer Death, Tho mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! And whosoeer loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoeer grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest. The white Christ raised his shining face To that still brightning sky. Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!
Robert Williams Buchanan
