Quotes About Beauty

Mrs Hendred was a very pretty woman of great good-nature and much less than commonsense.

It is a long time now since I have been able to look at you without thinking how very beautiful you are,' said Sir Tristram simply. 'Oh!' said Miss Thane, blushing, 'you forget yourself! Do pray, recollect that you do not look for romance in marriage! Remember your previous disillusionment! This will never do!

It seemed to him that Serena brought light into a sunless room, and it never occurred to him that anyone could find it too strong.

I didn't make my face, so why shouldn't I say it's beautiful? Everyone else does!

Nothing is so destructive of female charms as contact with fresh air.

she was generally considered to be a pretty woman; and, since she was as good-natured as she was foolish, she was almost universally liked.

Dear Papa, it seemed, had not left his family in affluent circumstances; but he had certainly endowed them with good looks, a commodity in which they had been bred from earliest youth to trade to the best advantage.

No, he was not as handsome as poor Wrotham, whose dark, stormy beauty troubled her dreams a little. Wrotham was a romantic figure, particularly when his black locks were disheveled through his clutching them in despair.

You see, I am not pretty, not in the least, never was, and so I have to be odd. Nothing for it! It answers delightfully.

Frederica[ is the best person I know!' He added with unexpected naïveté: 'I daresay that seems an odd thing to say of one's sister, but it's true, and I'm not ashamed to say so! She may not be a *beauty*, like Charis, but she's - she's -' 'Worth a dozen of Charis!' supplied his lordship. 'Yes, by Jupiter, she is!' said Jessamy, his eyes kindling.

Well, I've never written a line of poetry in my life: it is not my way! But if I *did* write about you I shouldn't call you a paltry daffodil! I should liken you to a rose--one of those yellow ones, with a deep golden heart, and a sweet scent! said Sir Bonamy, warming to the theme. Nonsense! she said briskly. You would be very much more likely to call me a plum partridge, or a Spanish fritter!

As for Miss Merriville, Mr Trevor felt that she was very well able to take care of herself. He had been dazzled by her beautiful companion, but he retained a vague impression of a self-possessed female, with a slightly aquiline nose, and an air of friendly assurance. He did not think that she would be easily taken-in.

They say -- everyone says I'm beautiful !' He managed to preserve his countenance, but his lips twitched slightly. 'Yes, of course,' he replied. 'It's well known that all heiresses are beautiful !

Now I see that it is Miss Rivenhall, whose beauty is entirely English; and that other one, also in the English estilo, but less beautiful. I do not think two chickens will be enough, so that man with the cold must eat

I find myself at one with Dr Johnson, who declared—did he not?—that one green field was just like another!

She bent again over her page. 'I do not think one would say that he is precisely handsome,' she wrote temperately, 'but his countenance is benevolent. His head is a queer shape, and he is inclined to corpulence.

Well, I've never written a line of poetry in my life: it is not my way! But if I *did* write about you I shouldn't call you a paltry daffodil! I should liken you to a rose--one of those yellow ones, with a deep golden heart, and a sweet scent! said Sir Bonamy, warming to the theme. Nonsense! she said briskly. You would be very much more likely to call me a plump partridge, or a Spanish fritter!

Venetia was then twenty-two, perilously near to being on the shelf. 'Without ever having been *off* it, Sir John - though that's not precisely what I mean, only that its is a wicked shame, so beautiful as she is, and so full of liveliness, besides having the best disposition imaginable!

Indulged almost from the hour of her birth; endowed not only with beauty but with a considerable independence as well; encouraged to think herself a matrimonial prize of the first stare, Tiffany had come to regard every unattached man's homage as her due.

Miss Trent thought that she had seldom seen Patience in such good looks, and reflected that nothing became a girl so well as a glow of pleasurable excitement. She was inevitably dimmed by Tiffany, who was in great beauty, and wearing a dashing bonnet with a very high crown and a huge, upstanding poke framing her face, but there was something very taking about her countenance; and her eyes, though lacking the brilliance of Tiffany's, held a particularly sweet expression.

Many of the old understandings to which I had been addicted were stripped away, leaving a desertlike spaciousness where my customary props and securities no longer existed. Grace was able to flow into this emptiness, and something new was able to grow. Fresh understandings took root, and the insights that emerged were clearer, simpler, and more beautiful.

For human nature is so made that only what is unusual and infrequent excites wonder or is regarded as of value. We make no wonder of the rising and the setting of the sun which we see every day; and yet there is nothing in the universe more beautiful, or worthy of wonder. When, however, an eclipse of the sun takes place, everyone is amazed - because it happens rarely.

As far as the eye could see, black rocks broke through the waves and tore the surf to shreds of white.

Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, gripping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that is ever within reach, is it? Nothing as beautiful can ever last.