Leigh Hunt Quotes

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.

Girls are soft and pretty.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

Like most qualities, cuteness is delineated by what it isn't. Most people aren't cute at all, or if so they quickly outgrow their cuteness ... Elegance, grace, delicacy, beauty, and a lack of self-consciousness: a creature who knows he is cute soon isn't.

Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them.

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.

Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss.

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.

Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

Modesty and dew love the shade.

Variación / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. * The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Beauty comes from tenderness.