Quotes About Beauty

It is easy for me to love myself, but for ladies to do it is another question altogether.

Stay beautiful stay off drugs -Johnny Wowk AKA Johnny The Walker

Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language.

I am not plain, but I don't think anyone is ever going to call me beautiful. I don't have that graceful thing going on.

I worked it out sitting here. Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

I loved the sensual pleasures of being outside, the smell of it, the feel of the earth under my fingers, the satisfaction of seeing things living, glowing, captivated by their own temporary beauty.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

There was still beauty in this world, even if some days it took every bit of strength and obstinacy to find it.

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

We see what we want to see, after all, especially when blinded by physical attraction.

A primavera chegou durante a noite, como se o inverno fosse um hóspede indesejado que de repente resolveu vestir seu casaco e desaparecer sem se despedir. Tudo ficou mais verde, as ruas foram banhadas por um sol fraco, o ar agora perfumado. O dia tinha sinais florais e acolhedores, com trinados primaveris como fundo musical. Jojo Moyes - Como eu era antes de você

mundanity have now taken on the glowing hues of

Who wouldn't say yes to a handsome, square-jawed man, who looked at her as if she were made of spun silk? Everyone else had spent the past months looking at her as if she were contaminated.

I had been wrong when I said Liza McCullen wasn't beautiful: when she smiled she was stunning.

I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son- my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy- was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering.

She tries to imagine Carl getting his pubic hair lasered to make sure he was attractive enough for her, and it's so unthinkable she laughs out loud. And now, because she is female and did all the things expected of her, she's been discarded for a younger, supposedly sweeter model.

Not much point worrying what the town thinks about you—nothing you can do about that anyway. But when you look outwards, why, there's a whole world of beautiful things.

That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them. Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

She was beautiful. As always she looked like she'd meant to head for somewhere else but at the last minute she'd decided to stop by you, as a favor, you understand.

and suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. Will hadn't described any of it like this. I had thought I might be bored. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And

You reminded me that the world is capable of beauty, and that there were once things—art, joy, love—that filled my world, instead of fear and nettle soup and curfews. I saw you in my expression.

Most beautiful place on earth, and the most brutal. Sometimes I think God wanted to show us all His ways at once.

E adesso in piedi, coraggio. Mettiti un filo di rossetto, un po' di fard su quelle guance smorte e datti una sistemata ai capelli. Hai una faccia da funerale.

Kind eyes under all the mascara.