Beauty is beautiful because it is doomed to perish!

Beauty can pierce one like pain.

"Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while by mistake. "Beauty by mistake"- the final phase in the history of beauty."

One would think that the mere shortness of life would be a reminder that to destroy beauty is to destroy one’s own self too.

Lives devoted to Beauty seldom end well.

You have to suffer in order to be beautiful.

There is really only one way to restore a world that is dying and in disrepair: to make beauty where ugliness has set in. By beauty, I don’t mean a superficial attractiveness, though the word is commonly used in this way. Beauty is a loveliness admired in its entirety, not just at face value. The beauty I’m referring to is metabolized grief. It includes brokenness and fallibility, and in so doing, conveys for us something deliciously real. Like kintsukuroi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with powdered gold, what is normally seen as a fatal flaw is distinguished with value. When we come into contact with this kind of beauty, it serves as a medicine for the brokenness in ourselves, which then gives us the courage to live in greater intimacy with the world’s wounds.

All beauty is sad. For it fades.

...beauty is a world betrayed. The only way we can encounter it is if its persecutors have overlooked it somewere. Beauty hides behind the scenes of the May Day parade. If we want to find it, we must demolish the scenery.

To save something beautiful you must destroy it, so it does not fall, limp and degraded, from our miserable human hands.

Beauty, then, is a fragment of the divine, and the sight of it saddens us by evoking our sense of loss and our yearning for the life denied us.

Beauty can be sad. You're proof of that. When the damage is done, you're damaged goods. That's not to say it's not okay. I wouldn't have it any other way. A heart, a heart that hurts, is a heart, a heart that works.

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is a splendour that must detach itself from those who possess it without them noticing and without returning to them.