Hidden Beauty Quotes

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Beauty is an internal light, a spiritual radiance that all women have, but most women hide - unconsciously denying its existence. What we do not claim, remains invisible.

The subtlest beauties in our life are unseen and unheard.

All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the people, events, and things of the day - to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious. What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.

It's hard for me to find people to paint. There has got to be something about them that only I can see.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Church.

You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.

Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.

Mountains and oceans have whole worlds of innumerable wondrous features. We should understand that it is not only our distant surroundings that are like this, but even what is right here, even a single drop of water.

Just because there's tarnish on the copper, doesn't mean there's not a shine beneath.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.

If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.

I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.

There is something beautiful in the mundane if you take enough microscope to it and focus in on something that seems innocuous to begin with.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.