Quotes about Beauty
There's a beauty to imperfection. This is the essence of the Japanese principle of wabi-sabi. Wabi-sabi values character and uniqueness over a shiny facade. It teaches that cracks and scratches in things should be embraced. It's also about simplicity. You strip things down and then use what you have.
— Jason Fried
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
— Edith Wharton
We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.
— Edith Wharton
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
— Edith Wharton
There are only four great arts: music, painting, sculpture, and ornamental pastry - architecture being the least banal derivative of the latter.
— Edith Wharton
Ah, he would take her beyond---beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of her soul.
— Edith Wharton
Her mind was as destitute of beauty and mystery as the prairie school-house in which she had been educated; and her ideals seemed to Ralph as pathetic as the ornaments made of corks and cigar-bands with which her infant hands had been taught to adorn it. He was beginning to understand this, and learning to adapt himself to the narrow compass of her experience.
— Edith Wharton
He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.
— Edith Wharton
When she said to him once It looks as if it was painted! it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret souls.
— Edith Wharton
It was as if all the latent beauty of things had been unveiled to her. She could not imagine that the world held anything more wonderful.
— Edith Wharton
The blood that ran so close to her fair skin might have been a preserving fluid rather than a ravaging element; yet her look of indestructible youthfulness made her seem neither hard nor dull, but only primitive and pure.
— Edith Wharton
What was the use of being beautiful and attracting attention if one were perpetually doomed to relapse again into the obscure mass of the Uninvited?
— Edith Wharton