Quotes About Beauty

She looked up at columns of crimson and saffron and burning brown, up at the matronly falls, up at lone pines clinging to jutting rocks that must be already crashing toward her, and in the splendor she knew the Panic fear that is the deepest reaction to beauty.

Paris, that feminine and flirtatious refuge from reality.

though I'm afraid, Mrs. Dodsworth, that you'll find our house too dreadfully bookish. Beautiful people like you are superior to books. You ought never to read anything--you ought only to live. You ought to exist imperishably on some Grecian isle amid the wine- dark sea, dancing in the sunshine.

Kat had her arms folded and her hair was tied in what girls call a topknot. Her skinny, bony face jutted out. With her tilted chin and dark eyebrows she seemed sharper, somehow, as if she was more in focus than other people round her, or more real. You couldn't help noticing her, whether you were looking for her or not. Maybe that's what being pretty meant, I thought.

You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men.

He made the country down in Illinois, and He made the Missouri, the little girl continued. I guess somebody else made the country in these parts. It's not nearly so well done. They forgot the water and the trees.

She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men.

She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the ming of the most resolute of men.

Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!-- There is no breeze upon the fern, No ripple on the lake, Upon her eyry nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake; The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still, So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud

Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy; Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee.

What is beauty?) I think beauty is a reflection of the light of God. I can't give you a better definition than that. It's one of the ways in which we can come close to understanding the numinous mystery in which we have our being. (from NPR Interviews 1995 edited by Robert Siegel)

everywhere I looked, Paris was an aesthetic banquet that fed my soul.

By taking the time and making the effort to look his best, he feeds both his spirit and the spirits of those who see him. It's thoughtful. Make yourself a work of art. Express your creativity and dress with style. Style your hair and makeup with care and pizazz. Present yourself to the world as beautifully as you can to feed your spirit and the spirit of others.

Expand your vocabulary to include accurate, beautiful, sensual, inspiring, thought-provoking, mysterious, and compelling words—words that express the beauty of your marvelous spirit.

believe that is the secret gift of Paris and the real reason it casts such a spell on people all over the world. It demands that you recognize and insist on the most beautiful version of life, inside and out. Like polishing a diamond, living in Paris casts off the shadow and forces your true light to shine. And the process hurts.

for a life that is rich, beautiful, soul satisfying, uplifting, and authentic instead of one that beats them down.

May you walk in beauty.

What question? I ask, breathless. Whether you're as beautiful in the morning as you are during the rest of the day.

He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of the earth.

You don't need to change one hair. One freckle. One little toe. And if its me thats made you feel you should do this..then there's something wrong with me. -Luke Brandon

She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.

As I stare at it,I can feel little invisible strings,silently tugging me toward it. I have to touch it. I have to wear it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

One thing: I can damn well wear lipstick.

It's a big step, moving to a new city, especially a city as extreme as New York. It's not the same as London... I know, I nod. You have to get your nails done.