Beauty
Quotes - There is no beauty in sadness
“It’s
not that we have to quit
this
life one day, but it’s how
many
things we have to quit
all
at once: music, laughter,
the
physics of falling leaves,
automobiles,
holding hands,
the
scent of rain, the concept
of
subway trains... if only one
could
leave this life slowly!”
―
Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
“But
even though she was attractive, there was something else about her that caught
his eye. She was intelligent, he could sense that right away, and confident,
too, as if she were able to move through life on her own terms. To him, these
were the things that really mattered. Without them, beauty was nothing.”
―
Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle
“He
moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal,
but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears
music.”
―
Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale
“The
first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks,
vibrant purples...”
―
Anna Godbersen, The Luxe
“I
have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world
we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of
the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they
write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the
beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.”
― W.
Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
“You
have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth,
and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of
some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead
of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you
who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.”
―
Anton Chekhov
“There
is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in
hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.”
―
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
“The
mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in
peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.”
―
Thich Nhat Hanh
“If
love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding
of it.”
―
Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile
“A
flower blossoms for its own joy.”
―
Oscar Wilde
“When
you look at what C.S. Lewis is saying, his message is so anti-life, so cruel,
so unjust. The view that the Narnia books have for the material world is one of
almost undisguised contempt. At one point, the old professor says, ‘It’s all in
Plato’ — meaning that the physical world we see around us is the crude, shabby,
imperfect, second-rate copy of something much better. I want to emphasize the
simple physical truth of things, the absolute primacy of the material life,
rather than the spiritual or the afterlife.
[The
New York Times interview, 2000]”
―
Philip Pullman
“Butterflies
are self propelled flowers.”
―
Robert A. Heinlein
“[The
Old Astronomer to His Pupil]
Reach
me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When
I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He
may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We
are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Pray
remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking
only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And
remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And
the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But,
my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You
have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What
for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What
for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.
You
may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But
they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though
my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I
have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
What,
my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You
will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I
leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You 'have
none but me,' you murmur, and I 'leave you quite alone'?
Well
then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There
has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I
can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
Might
have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I
'have never failed in kindness'? No, we lived too high for strife,--
Calmest
coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But
your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To
the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There
are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To
be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And
remember, 'Patience, Patience,' is the watchword of a sage,
Not
to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I
have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But
if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep
So
be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See,
my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I
must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw
the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It
is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,--
God
will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.”
―
Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse
