Anne Carson Quotes

Ethics, like natural selection, make existence possible. Aesthetics, like sensual selection, make life lovely and wonderful, fill it with new forms, and give it progress, and variety and change.

All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.

Studies perfect nature and are perfected still by experience.

Do not confuse beauty with beautiful. Beautiful is a human judgment. Beauty is All. The difference is everything.

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.

Well I do find the beauty in animals. I find beauty everywhere. I find beauty in my garden.

I really wanted there to be something in my life that I enjoy just for the beauty of it.

Art will never be able to exist without nature.

It is nature that is driving us towards perfection, and eventually she will bring everyone there.

For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe.

There have been heroes for whom this world seemed expressly prepared, as if creation had at last succeeded; whose daily life was the stuff of which our dreams are made, and whose presence enhanced the beauty and ampleness of Nature herself.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

To beautify life is to give it an object.

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.

Life on earth is hard. Competition for the necessities of life is fierce. How ridiculous to believe that the law of harsh survival would not be true elsewhere, or that it would be negated by the progress of technology in an advanced civilization.

Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees, From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

What's important is you wake up in the morning and something doesn't exist, and when you finish you day's work something is in the world that wasn't there before.

When the healthy nature of man acts as a whole, when he feels himself to be in the world as in a great, beautiful, noble, and valued whole, when harmonious ease affords him a pure and free delight, then the universe, if it could experience itself, would exult, as having attained its goal, and admire the climax of its own becoming and essence.

Everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty.

Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in the elusive forms of reality.