Aestheticism Quotes

“I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.”
― John Newton

“Aestheticism is the garbage of intuitive feeling.”
― Kazimir Severinovich Malevich

“Pragmatism avails a savior far more than aestheticism.”
― Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others

“After seeing the various fantastic sights, a visitor to Panorama Island would have had to gasp in amazement at this unsurpassable view. He would have had the impression that the entire island was a rose floating on the vast ocean and that the giant scarlet flower of an opium dream was conversing on an equal footing with the sun in the sky, just the two of them. What kind of strange beauty had that incomparable simplicity and grandeur created? Some travelers might have recalled the world of myth that their distant ancestors had seen. . . .

How can the author describe the madness and debauchery, the pleasures of revelry and drunkenness, the numberless games of life and death that were played day and night on that magnificent stage? You readers might find something that resembled it, in part, in your most fantastic, bloodiest, and most beautiful nightmares.”
― Rampo Edogawa, Strange Tale of Panorama Island

“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapologetic but it grew on you like a wart on your nose you didn't realise it was a part of your identity until one day it simply was. His room was his identity. Fiercely bold, avant-garde but never monotonous. He was red, he was black, he was bored, and he was fire. At least to me he seemed like fire. A tornado of fire that burned all in its wake leaving only the wretched brightness of annihilation. His room was where he charmed and disarmed us. We were his playthings. Nobody plays with fire and leaves unscarred. The fire soon seeps into chard and soot. The colours of his soul, his aura, and probably his heart if he didn't stop smoking.”
― Moonshine Noire

“Writing is a series of verbal suggestions designed to provoke a psychological reaction and an aesthetic experience.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Кад се предмету каже име, уништава се три четвртине онога уживања у песми које се састоји у постепеном погађању: наговестити и евоцирати – то је оно што машту усхићује.

To name an object is to suppress three-fourths of the enjoyment of the poem which is made up of gradual discovery: to suggest it, that is the dream.”
― Stéphane Mallarmé

“Are we more fully realized when we minimize the physical part of our natures? And that, you have to agree, is a profound question.”
― Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others

“Do you know what is truly magnificent? One tear, which is falling down from an authentic sensitive person's eye. Down the cheek and adorns the floor.”
― Alexander Zalan, Pavilion of Thoughts

“You don't need a prophet to tell you to eat.”
― Geraldine Brooks, The Secret Chord

“Pleading with those eyes, it's obvious what I'm meant to do. I embrace the beauty and kiss it deeply.”
― Patrick Bryant, Hum A Radiant Sickness

“Take delight on a woman’s pubic hair for its a signature of maturity and a secretive covenant . . . the hair signifies potent sexual energy and strength hold but also signifies virility of the animalistic tendencies and royal power . . . A woman who rejects narcissism of complete vaginal hair removal gives a signature of strength, virtuously liberated, body acceptance, and more womanhood.”
― John Shelton Jones, Awakening Kings and Princes Volume I

“This photo is classic aestheticism. The engaging expression, the loose dress and fluid posture. Early to mid-1860's, if I had to guess."
"It reminded me of the Pre-Raphaelites."
"Related, definitely; and of course the artists of the time were all inspired by one another. They obsessed over things like nature and truth; color, composition, and the meaning of beauty. But where the Pre-Raphaelites strove for realism and detail, the painters and photographers of the Magenta Brotherhood were devoted to sensuality and motion."
"There's something moving about the quality of light, don't you think?"
"The photographer would be thrilled to hear you say so. Light was of principal concern to them: they took their name from Goethe's color wheel theories, the interplay of light and dark, the idea that there was a hidden color in the spectrum, between red and violet, that closed the circle. You have to remember, it was right in the middle of a period when science and art were exploding in all directions. Photographers were able to use technology in ways they hadn't before, to manipulate light and experiment with exposure times to create completely new effects.”
― Kate Morton, The Clockmaker's Daughter

“Adoro las cosas bellas que pueden tocarse y palparse. Brocados antiguos, bronces verdes, lacas, marfiles tallados, marcos refinados,lujo, pompa..., con todo eso se puede disfrutar mucho. Pero el temperamento artístico que crean, o que de cualquier modo revelan, todavía vale más para mí.
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― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Art is something beautiful, creative, and full of aestheticism. It can be an expression of reality and also non-reality.”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being;
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and as lawless as it had been eons before man had a single coherent thought in his head.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“He would often spend a whole day settling and resettling in their cases the various stones that he had collected, such as the olive-green chrysoberyl that turns red by lamplight, the cymophane with its wirelike line of silver, the pistachio-coloured peridot, rose-pink and wine-yellow topazes, carbuncles of fiery scarlet with tremulous, four-rayed stars, flame-red cinnamon-stones, orange and violet spinels, and amethysts with their alternate layers of ruby and sapphire. He loved the red gold of the sunstone, and the moonstone’s pearly whiteness, and the broken rainbow of the milky opal.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“It did not budge at all and he tapped it. The animal was dead. Doubtless accustomed to a sedentary existence, to a humble life spent underneath its poor shell, it had been unable to support the dazzling luxury imposed on it, the rutilant cope with which it had been covered, the jewels with which its back had been paved, like a pyx.”
― Joris-Karl Huysmans, Against The Grain

“Thus those who are deluded into supposing that they possess being as such often endeavour to make man forget himself. Man is dissolved in fictions of being and yet these fictions themselves always conceal a possible road back to man; hidden dissatisfaction may lead to the recovery of the authentic seriousness which becomes real only in existential presence and casts off the ruinous attitude of those who take life as it is and do what they please.”
― Karl Jaspers, Way to Wisdom

“He fetishized limits.”
― Rick Perlstein, The Invisible Bridge: The Fall of Nixon and the Rise of Reagan

“The tide was coming in at Cosmo Bay and the sky bubbled with a vivid orange before smoothing out to a fading lilac over the calm sea. The late-surfers were heading back to shore, laughing and shivering slightly at the chilly breeze. A few stragglers walked, hunch-shouldered, along the rocky beach with a dog or two, or simply alone. They looked to be personal victims of the sky-god's wrath. Imprisoned by the aquatic borders oppressing them and containing them. Limiting their freedoms and joys the same way the ocean limits the sky itself. In a small coastal town like Caprice, the times only grew more depressing during the late autumn months. The locals died and shrivelled with the leaves and trees as their plastic smiles faded with the last few holidaymakers.”
― Moonshine Noire

“Beauty, and its pursuit, is sustaining.”
― Pietros Maneos, The Italian Pleasures of Gabriele Paterkallos

“Art can be an expression of reality and also non-reality.”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“শিল্প সুন্দর, সৃজনশীল এবং নান্দনিকতাপূর্ণ কিছু। এটা বাস্তবতা এবং অবাস্তবতার বহিঃপ্রকাশও হতে পারে!”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“শিল্প বাস্তবতা এবং অবাস্তবতার একটি বহিঃপ্রকাশও হতে পারে।”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“All of the people look like me. Of course there are variations, different eye and face shapes, but there is more dark hair than I've ever seen in my entire lifetime. It hits me: I'm not a novelty here. I am not a sore thumb. What a privilege it is to blend in.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

“The sky rains the clouds,
But with silent thunderstorms,
Why drops make no sounds
When they hit her in the swarms?”
― Harshvardhan Rai, The Analecta

“This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being;
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!”
― Joanna Baillie

“Dorian Gray era stato avvelenato da un libro. In certi momenti considerava il male solo un mezzo mediante il quale realizzare la sua concezione della bellezza.”
― Oscar Wilde, Il ritratto di Dorian Gray - Fiabe e racconti - Teatro