Life is one long decay, no? There’s a lot of beauty in it. Like the patina in an old city.
I’m no natural beauty. If I’m gonna have any looks at all, I’m gonna have to create them.
I believe that history has shape, order, and meaning; that exceptional men, as much as economic forces, produce change; and that passe abstractions like beauty, nobility, and greatness have a shifting but continuing validity.
I love beauty. But I like the beauty accidentally, not dished up, served up on a platter.
I think that it’s when we step out of the road, step outside the box, become our own person, and we walk fearlessly down paths other people wouldn’t look at, that true progress comes. And sometimes true beauty as well.
A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.
Nothing can express the aim and meaning of our work better than the profound words of St. Augustine – ‘Beauty is the splendor of Truth.’
Let’s just say beauty inspires me. But I like all beauty – I think it really comes from the inside out.
Beauty is the lover’s gift.
Strength of character may be learned at work, but beauty of character is learned at home.
Life is about travel, and beauty in life, the love we find, the joy we have the laughs we have together. That’s what I’m dedicating the rest of my life to.
Beauty is not just physical.
I think the chance of finding beauty is higher if you don’t work on it directly. Beauty in architecture is driven by practicality. This is what you learn from studying the old townscapes of the Swiss farmers.
A mourning dove’s beauty is an understated one: the colors of its feathers ranging through various shades of gray and drab violet, often with a striking splash of turquoise around the eyes.
I like a girl with natural beauty.
What is man’s ultimate direction in life? It is to look for love, truth, virtue, and beauty.
The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.
Far from creating a new formalism, what these can yield is something far transcending surface values since they not only embody form as beauty, but also form in which intuitions or ideas or conjectures have taken visible substance.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.
Beauty: the adjustment of all parts proportionately so that one cannot add or subtract or change without impairing the harmony of the whole.
The seventies is what I love. Soft, touchable beauty is what I love.
Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.
You can’t stand at the Bellagio and watch these seven story fountains and not go, ‘That’s something of extraordinary man-made beauty.’
