11 June 2012

'the most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing.
   what do we long for when we see beauty? to be beautiful. we think much happiness must be connected with it. but that is an error.'

/ excerpt from 'human, all too human' by friedrich nietzsche, #149 'the slow arrow of beauty'