Quotes About Beauty

She smiled and Joe was touched suddenly by the very special beauty of a lady at the far, far end of her youth - old age just under the surface of her skin, but not yet emerged, not yet.

God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it [charm], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. Some women, the few, have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.

God gave us memory that we might have roses in December.

She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.

The Bible is more to be admired than the Louvre Museum, and the Gospel of John is perhaps its Mona Lisa.

God judges all human pride and presumption based on worldly estimations of beauty, and he hears the humble who cry to him.

When an artist captures a mountain or an ocean on a canvas with color and we wonder where such talent could come from, he or she is declaring His glory.

If we had not experienced our deep sinfulness and Jesus' deep forgiveness through the cross, we will not love others well in the midst of their struggles. If we do not see the beauty and glory of God in our own redemption, we will not be able to offer a compelling redemptive vision for those who are hopeless and who doubt God's love for them.

Gehenna is lovely these days.

It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.

Dragons know nothing of human hearts. The loveliest woman never sees her own beauty with her eyes until she sees it with her heart.

As the pearl is achieved through the stimulus of finely comminuted particles of silicon and is destined to be worn about the soignée necks of some of the better carcasses in town, we take Czgowchwz out of the thrall of time and cultivate a legend.

To say of a picture, as is often said in its praise, that it shows great and earnest labor, is to say that it is incomplete and unfit for view.

The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter—perfect in its bud as in its bloom—with no reason to explain its presence—no mission to fulfill—a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist—a puzzle to the botanist—an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.

She loved herself, and her body's resistance to all those poisons was the exact measure of how indestructibly young and beautiful she felt she was.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

But my most favourite pursuit, after my daily exertions at the Foundry, was Astronomy. There were frequently clear nights when the glorious objects in the Heavens were seen in most attractive beauty and brilliancy.

Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.

Art is not art, therefore, except as it leads to an engendering creativity in its beholders.

We see nature as genius when we see as genius.

It is in the garden that we discover what travel truly is. We do not journey to a garden but by way of it.

Amos, talk about pearls for teeth ... you got 'em. No wonder the boys go for you, because I could too and if I had something to push between those pearly teeth I'd be first in line.