Too few see the beauty obvious to all who are near.

everything has it's beauty but not everyone sees it

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

When beauty grows too great to bear
How shall I ease me of its ache,
For beauty more than bitterness
Makes the heart break.

THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.

They're beautiful. But sad.'
Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.

If you haven't cried, your eyes cannot be beautiful

They're such beautiful shirts,' she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. 'It makes me sad because I've never seen such - such beautiful shirts before.

It has always been a mystery to me ... how beauty and anguish can share the same moment

He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

All this world's glory seemeth vain to me,
And all their shows but shadows, saving she.

إنها مناظر جميلة للغاية، ويؤلمني ألا نراها معا.