Today I see beauty everywhere I go, in every face I see, in every single soul.
I may be old-fashioned. But I believe there is such a thing as a search for beauty – a delight in the nice things in the world. And I don’t think one should have to apologise for it.
There is a beauty and clarity that comes from simplicity that we sometimes do not appreciate in our thirst for intricate solutions.
What is sacred among one people may be ridiculous in another; and what is despised or rejected by one cultural group, may in a different environment become the cornerstone for a great edifice of strange grandeur and beauty.
Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.
I learned the truth at seventeen, That love was meant for beauty queens, And high school girls with clear skinned smiles, Who married young and then retired.
On one hand I am this weird androgynous tomboy where I’m strangely low maintenance and have a five-minute makeup regimen. On the other I’m obsessed with all things beauty, from skin care to makeup.
I find beauty in the grotesque, like most artists.
Beauty, to me, is kind, generous, and people that are humble.
Poetry; a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.
It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art.
Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.
When you go to an art museum, the thing you’re least likely to encounter is a picture of a black person. When it comes to ideas about art and about beauty, the black figure is absent.
Do you know the difference between a beautiful woman and a charming one? A beauty is a woman you notice, a charmer is one who notices you.
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?
What finally is beauty? Certainly nothing that can be calculated or measured. It is always something imponderable, something that lies between things.
I believe in the power of great clothing. It can evoke confidence, beauty, and a sense of glamour.
My ideal woman would be someone with both beauty and intelligence. Someone who can hold her own in a conversation, gets along with my family and respects elders, loves children, and have a sense of humour as whacky as mine.
Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
Nothing surpasses the beauty and elegance of a bad idea.
I am still a victim of chess. It has all the beauty of art – and much more. It cannot be commercialized. Chess is much purer than art in its social position.
I find, in being black, a thing of beauty: a joy; a strength; a secret cup of gladness.
