The Poetry of Architecture Quotes

“the only prospect which is really desirable or delightful, is that from the window of the breakfast-room [...] where we meet the first light of the dewy day, the first breath of the morning air, the first glance of gentle eyes; to which we descend in the very spring and elasticity of mental renovation and bodily energy, in the gathering up of our spirit for the new day, in the flush of our awakening from the darkness and the mystery of faint and inactive dreaming, in the resurrection from our daily grave, in the first tremulous sensation of the beauty of our being, in the most glorious perception of the lightning of our life; there, indeed, our expatiation of spirit, when it meets the pulse of outward sound and joy, the voice of bird and breeze and billow, does demand some power of liberty, some space for its going forth into the morning, some freedom of intercourse with the lovely and limitless energy of creature and creation.”
― John Ruskin, The poetry of architecture: Or, The architecture of the nations of Europe considered in its association with natural scenery and national character

“we shall be led as much to the street and the cottage as to the temple and the tower; and shall be more interested in buildings raised by feeling,”
― John Ruskin, The Poetry of Architecture

“It is not of the slightest use to economise ; every farthing improperly saved does a shilling's worth of damage ; and that is getting a bargain the wrong way.”
― John Ruskin, The Poetry of Architecture

“Overcome by his feelings, the Parisian threw himself upon the ground, exclaiming, in an agony of tears "La bonne reine ! la pauvre reine !" Presently he sprang up, exclaiming, "Cependant, Monsieur, il faut vous faire voir mon petit chien danser." This contrast, though natural in a Parisian, was unnatural in the nature of things, and therefore injurious.”
― John Ruskin, The Poetry of Architecture

“Our objective, let it always be remembered, is not the attainment of architectural data, but the formation of taste.”
― John Ruskin, The Poetry of Architecture