Quotes About Beauty

Je crois juste que c'est mal, quand un garçon regarde une fille et s'imagine que sa façon de la regarder la rend plus belle qu'elle ne l'est en réalité.

and the trees kept moving …they just wouldn't stop moving …so I laid down and made a snow angel.

Kate Reese shivered when she realized the sad truth: Even monsters are adorable when they are little.

very very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

Things like waking around the neighbourhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colourful trees and having that be enough.

This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in that moment I swear, we were infinite

In French eyes, it was of course doubly wrong to execute a beautiful woman.

I love the earth. If you ask me it's the greatest planet in the world.

Are warbirds the ultimate upscale status toy? Certainly. They're like beautiful women—if you have to ask what one costs, you can't afford it.

Tailwinds are like smiles from beautiful women—rare and to be cherished.

The feminine comes to us in nature. Go outside. Look at the amazing waves of green, of lilacs, of blue mountains. We are in the presence of the manifestation right here. And she's reaching for you.

Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant, that bended its form with an imperious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes. Because no harm could come to it he endowed it with power. He kept near, as if it could be a saver of lives, and an imploring cry went from his mind.

He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks— an existence of soft and eternal peace.

The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden, of course.

Little Birds of the Night LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved Of meadows and groves of the distance And pale sands at the foot of the sea And breezes that fly in the leaves. They are vast in experience These little birds that come in the night

The fire cackled musically. From it swelled light smoke. Overhead the foliage moved softly. The leaves, with their faces turned toward the blaze, were colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red. Far off to the right, through a window in the forest could be seen a handful of stars lying, like glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.

and in the gifted air mosquitoes, dragonflies, and tattered mute angels no one has called upon in years.

It was kind of sad. We got her on the cover, but I could see the change in her beauty. There was an emptiness in her eyes.

In Italy everything is more romantic. I can also be in bed with ten girls, but I love these ten girls.

Don't do it," the patient said. "Even if she wants it, don't let her do it. I used to be a model. You don't want your kid to be a model.

It is enough to say that the Greeks thought it was Chaos who, with a massive heave, or a great shrug, or hiccup, vomit or cough, began the long chain of creation that has ended with pelicans and penicillin and toadstools and toads, sea-lions, lions, human beings and daffodils and murder and art and love and confusion and death and madness and biscuits.

To me, reason is as spiritual as anything else, the beauty of reason seems to me indelible and ineffable and numinous... the spirit is after all the same word we use to describe... essence