Quotes About Beauty

My dream is not to just be a supermodel but to be a role model as well...

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow...

She burned too bright for this world.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Inebriate of Air—am I—And Debauchee of Dew—Reeling—through endless summer days—From inns of Molten Blue—

Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleLeaping like Leopards to the Sky…And the Juggler of Day is gone.

I am glad you love the Blossoms so well. I hope you love Birds too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.

I died for Beauty—but was scarceAdjusted in the TombWhen One who died for Truth, was lainIn an adjoining Room—

These are the days when Birds come back—A very few—a Bird or two—To take a backward look.These are the days when skies resumeThe old—old sophistries of June—A blue and gold mistake.

Alter! When the Hills do—Falter! When the SunQuestion if His GloryBe the Perfect One—Surfeit! When the DaffodilDoth of the Dew—Even as Herself—Sir—I will—of You—

I like to see it lap the Miles—And lick the Valleys up—

For that mist may break when the sun is high And this soul forget its sorrow And the rose ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow.

feelings come in a daisy chain. all entwined together and beautiful as a whole but there are always the weak flowers somewhere in the links.

I decided to give acting a serious, committed try, and soon after, I read the script for 'Lovely and Amazing.' The story was beautiful and honest, and the characters struggled with the same insecurities many women - including me - face. I didn't think I had a chance in hell of being in the film, but I knew I had to go for it.

But we cannot be always seeing the ocean. Its face is always large; its smile is bright; the ever-sounding shore sounds on. Yet we have no property in them. We stop and gaze; we pause and draw our breath; we look and wonder at the grandeur of the other world; but we live on shore.

Remember in a garden, most beautiful and fragrant flower is picked and broken first. So don't be so unique, keep some flaws.

You ask me why I dwell amidst these jade-green hills? I smile. No words can tell the stillness in my heart. Peach blossoms drift streamwater away deep in mystery. I live in the other world one that lies beyond the human.

Yonder the mountain flowers are out. We drink together, you and I. One more cup--one more cup--still one more cup! Now I am drunk and drowsy, you had better go. But come tomorrow morning, if you will, with the harp!

Blue is the water and clear the moon. He is out on the South Lake, Gathering white lilies. The lotus flowers seem to whisper love, And fill the boatman's heart with sadness.

A lovely woman rolls up The delicate bamboo blind. She sits deep within, Twitching her moth eyebrows. Who may it be That grieves her heart? On her face one sees Only the wet traces of tears.

The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain; Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River. Tonight I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons, And I glide past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I cannot see.

She is the flowering branch of the peony, Richly-laden with honey-dew. Hers is the charm of the vanished fairy, That broke the heart of the dreamer king In the old legend of the Cloud and Rain. Pray, who in the palace of Han Could be likened unto her, Save the lady, Flying Swallow, newly-dressed In all her loveliness?

O wind of spring, you are a stranger, Why do you enter through the silken curtains of my bower?