Robin Givhan Quotes

Beauty is that which is simultaneously attractive and sublime.

We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.

I abhor mere prettiness.

You can't have a beauty scene for beauty's sake.

Loads of people, particularly artists, hate pretty pictures. Now I've never met anyone who didn't like a pretty face.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

Art evokes emotion. It doesn't have to be a thing of beauty.

Here is a fundamental conflict in educated society: We are not supposed to value beauty so highly, and yet who can defend against its sheer power to move, its rhetorical force?

Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.

A painting has to be beautiful. Even in its grotesqueness.

Liking beauty doesn't mean you're superficial.

We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.

Beauty surrounds us.

Beauty in a woman is a moving thing, Yet sometimes just the patient lack of it Will pierce the heart to deeper poignancies, And, melting, draw a note of tenderness That not the fairest woman could evoke!

I don't have a favorite I like and then I'll go and watch "Days of Heaven" and I go how beautiful is that. So I think, at least my idea, was lets bring something again that's primitive and guttural but then let's also do something beautiful where you're outside and this isn't a typical western setting. It's lush. It's green. It's beautiful.

One is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.

The noble grotesque involves the true appreciation of beauty.

Beauty holds more worth than gold.

The aesthetic serviceability of objects of beauty is not greatly nor universally heightened by possession.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.

Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact of being beautiful?

When beauty is universal, it loses its power to move the heart, and only its absence can produce any emotional effect.