Francesca da Rimini Quotes

There is no definition of beauty, but when you can see someone's spirit coming through, something unexplainable, that's beautiful to me.

I am of opinion that there is nothing so beautiful but that there is something still more beautiful, of which this is the mere image and expression,--a something which can neither be perceived by the eyes, the ears, nor any of the senses; we comprehend it merely in the imagination.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

It's how you look at beauty. Is it only an outward appearance with hair and makeup and a hot body, or is it something deeper than that?

Beauty is not caused. It is.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Everyone's definition of what God means can vary. But music is something that really takes you to that - 'sublime' is a great word. That thing that is greater than we are. The beauty, the magic of the universe.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

Because beauty isn't enough, there must be something more.

You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.

If you can visualize the whole of spring and see Paradise with the eye of belief, you may understand the utter majesty of everlasting Beauty. If you respond to that Beauty with the beauty of belief and worship, you will be a most beautiful creature.

I think beauty comes from within, and society paints a ridiculous picture.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.

When one has been touched by the stellar power and ethereal playing of a sublime musician, one is lifted, if only briefly, to a place beyond the realm of the temporal.

The soul preserves beauty.

For me, true beauty has nothing to do with wrinkles and everything to do with the fact that my maternal grandmother raised five children just after the war and remained a fighter throughout her life. True beauty is the slick of red lipstick my paternal grandmother would put on before going to church on Sunday.

Beauty is like a soul that hovers over the surface of form. Its presence is unmistakable in art or in life.

I have a longing for violin or organ. Is it too simple to say those sustaining sounds symbolise immortality?

Beauty is essentially spiritual. The authentic beauty lies in the heart.

I, too, find the flower beautiful in its outward appearance. But a deeper beauty lies concealed within.

Beauty is an intangible thing; can not be fixed on the surface, and the wear and tear of old age on the body cannot defeat it. Nor will a "pretty" face make it, for "pretty" faces are often dull and empty, and beauty is never dull and it fills all spaces.