Beauty is a harmonious relation between something in our nature and the quality of the object which delights us.
Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. –
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.
Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.