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The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
And all that's best read more
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not read more
The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not want only destroy.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The read more
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in read more
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.
