Quotes about Beauty in literature

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Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty. — Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird
Beauty is the moment when time vanishes and eternity arises. — Amit Ray, Walking the Path of Compassion
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy r — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Real beauty has no boundaries’. — Prajakta Mhadnak
Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the space where eternity arises. — Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step
There’s an immense dramatic possibility in describing that universe. The books, for me, were an enormous relief in that — Colm Tóibín, The Modern Library
Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven — Munia Khan
The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onwar — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
Beauty is wasted on the self-absorbed. — Lorii Myers
You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go. — Laney Smith, Lock Creek: One Year's Time
To own beauty is the first lie of it. — Chris Campanioni, In Conversation
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping throug — John Updike, Rabbit, Run
I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anythi — Roman Payne, The Basement Trains
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I gi — Roman Payne
Christmas is the marriage of chaos and design. The real sound of life, for once, can burst out because a formal place ha — Geoffrey O'Brien, Sonata for Jukebox: An Autobiography of My Ears
What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculptur — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
I woke to the sound of rain. — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Did you know, that one night; one moonless, clear, shining night; with the shadowy silhouettes of trees crisp against th — Radhika Mukherjee, Our Particular Shadows