Quotes About Beauty

listening to the stir of the trees, the chatter of birds as they flew in and out, the bubble of the fountain. This was an enchanted spot, justification in and of itself for the price of the townhouse. Casey might not know viburnum from vinca, but she knew that city gardens didn't get better than this.

Confidence could be applied like makeup. I knew that for fact.

glass that the sea tossed up after years of being tumbled and turned by the waves and the salt water, finally landing on the sand as beautiful,

put his hands through her hair when he kissed her. Now it wasn't honey blond, it was just hair, messy, in-need-of-a-wash, bed-head hair. It matched the rest of her, the tired lines in her forehead, the dark shadows under her eyes, the paleness in her cheeks.

The diamond cannot love the flower, for the flower lives only a day, then fades and dies. You are a diamond now." " The flower dies," Jenny said softly, "having lived. The diamond will never do either.

She had come to terms with her lack of beauty, but never with her lack of genius in the single thing she had ever wanted.

However, her own lack of power had taught her a curious appreciation for small joys and hard beauties and for the simple, changeless patterns of life and death.

A good descant makes the music richer [Katherine Patterson, "Metaphors to Live By"].

Be drawn to the visual arts for it can expand your imagination.

The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things . . . the trivial pleasure like cooking, one's home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.

Jane decided he was certainly beautiful, with brown eyes and a well-shaped nose. It is a refreshing thing for an ordinary-looking woman to look at a beautiful man occasionally and Jane gave herself up to contemplation.

Yet, when one came to think of it, the only flowers that were really perfect were those, like the peonies that went so well with one's charming room, that possessed the added grace of having been presented to oneself.

Tropical flowers rioted over her plump body.

Me apresuraré a añadir que no me parezco en absoluto a Jane Eyre, que debe de haber hecho concebir esperanzas a tantas mujeres feas que refieren su historia en primera persona...

Yesterday in the restaurant, she'd seen his sex appeal and roughness. At her house, she'd seen his danger. This morning, at the river, she'd seen his beauty and teasing, and again that danger. Of all of them, the tenderness she saw now was the most compelling. And terrifying.

To Savor The Scene, A Book, or A Friend.

At the age of fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard was still a beautiful woman. She owned three hotels in France and another two in England. From nothing at all, she had built an empire. Eleanor had it all. Her one weakness was the young man sleeping beside her.

Isolation might be more hazardous than splendor.

Persian poet said, the rose blooms reddest where some buried Caesar bled. The

One of the main activities of the Poet Laureate is to embody poetry. It is really helpful to see someone who presents poetry and makes them want to take poetry home with them.

Beauty warms, and Truth illumines.

Art cannot become worn out; from change to change it will alter its type, but each type will be beautiful, and none will be exhaustive.

The good, the true, and the beautiful, are three faces of the same ideal of perfection, the Infinite.

There is this peculiarity about the pleasure derived from the beautiful, that when raised to the highest pitch it sharpens into pain, acute and exquisite—pain which is itself a delight, produced by the strain of the soul to grasp and assimilate the perfect.