And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
In the true mythology, Love is an immortal child, and Beauty leads him as a guide; nor can we express a deeper sense than when we say, Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.
He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!
All things of beauty are not theirs alone who hold the fee; but unto him no less who can enjoy, than unto them who own, are sweetest uses given to posses.
I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness.
All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.
Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
I feel beautiful when I'm at peace with myself.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Beauty and elegance are a right, not a surplus. . . . We must demand, at least, intention.
I was surrounded by life and beauty. My soul was content, and my life felt full.
And we who delve in beauty's lore Know all that we have known before Of what inexorable cause Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.
I always like to meet the people I'm going to photograph. I need to have a conversation. I need to feel a vibe. I need to see what's going on in the person. I'm not just interested in physical beauty. I really need a personality.
Like a Shakespearean sonnet that captures the very essence of love, or a painting that brings out the beauty of the human form that is far more than just skin deep, Euler's Equation reaches down into the very depths of existence.
Something deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.
I'm not trying to stump anybody. . . it's the beauty of the language that I'm interested in.
The beauty of the person of Christ, as represented in the Scripture, consists in things invisible unto the eyes of flesh. They are such as no hand of man can represent or shadow. It is the eye of faith alone that can see this King in his beauty. What else can contemplate on the untreated glories of his divine nature? Can the hand of man represent the union of his natures in the same person, wherein he is peculiarly amiable? What eye can discern the mutual communications of the properties of his different natures in the same person?
Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.
There's a beauty in being part of a band, when there's equality and trust.