Quotes About Beauty

Stripped of her calculated clothes and the careful camouflage of her make-up she was tired, unalluring, middle-aged. And that was something she would never admit to herself, for most of the illusion of beauty is the conviction of beauty.

Divine love is incessantly restless until it turns all woundedness into health, all deformity into beauty, all embarrassment into laughter. In biblical faith, brokenness is never celebrated as an end in itself.

Grief is beautiful?' She thought it was the most dreadful feeling possible. At best she viewed the world through a haze, and at worst everything looked black. 'It means you've loved another with all your heart,' Luka said. 'What's the use of being alive if you've never loved like that, not even once?

You know that life is a cycle, don't you, my sweetheart?' she said. 'All things are born, and all things die. Other people are afraid of that, but you must never be. If you accept it, life will always be beautiful for you, even when it is sorrowful.

No one misses out on the hardness of life. Everyone just tries to find what happiness and beauty they can. p343

He blinked and then smiled at my attempt as a joke. My stomach twisted. Good grief. It was the first time he had smiled properly. I was lucky I was sitting down. The experience transformed his face and revealed a row of perfect white teeth. Those golden brown eyes glowed and a series of laughter lines creased his face. They were the sort of lines that did funny things to a woman's stomach, not to mention other places.

All he knew was that she was beautiful...and that, somehow, despite everything he'd done to try to stop it from happening, she'd managed to steal his heart one sassy smile at a time.

music had come.

The way you look tonight. In that dress. Jesus, Brooke, you're beautiful.

Some things are just perfect, even when they don't make any sense

She'd painted her nails with rainbow stripes and it occurred to him that Vicki was just as beautiful and mysterious as a rainbow. One he'd been chasing for years without ever coming close to reaching the pot of gold at the end.

and a man at the back who Jules considered surprisingly good looking for somone who believed in god.

Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

Man's nature is in harmony with God's nature, in whose image it is made; so that there is not one truth in heaven and another truth on earth; one right for God and another right for man; one beauty for angels and another beauty for mortals; but the true, the right, the beautiful are universal in their nature and absolute in their authority.

Here's a comforting thought for you, Peter,' he said. 'However long you may live, the world will never lose its ability to surprise you with its beauty.

If they were ugly, Peter, would you care half so much?" asked Nightingale. "There are some hideous things out there that can talk and reason, and I wonder if you would be quite so quick to rush to their defence." "Maybe not," I said. "But that just makes me shallow, it doesn't make me wrong.

even before I got close enough to see the flecks of hazel-gold around the iris I had her pegged as being fayer than the client list of a New Zealand casting agency.

The word 'bollocks' is one of the most beautiful and flexible in the English language. It can be used to express emotional states ranging from ecstatic surprise to weary resignation in the face of inevitable disaster.

You can say what you like about late-sixties architecture, but when they baked in the ugly they baked it in good.

What do you see when you look at me like that?" she asked. I didn't have a good answer, so I went for honesty instead. "I don't know," I said. "Everything. That's what I see—everything." "You think I'm that huge, then?" she said. "I am woman, I contain multitudes. All shall look upon me and despair." "Shall I compare thee to a giant squid," I said. "Thou art more lovely and less tentacled.

five story Georgian terrace whose elegant proportions would have caused the most hardened Canadian property developer's soul to weep to see such beauty—just prior to having the place gutted and filled with the latest in personality-free interior design.

Her garments borrowed grace from her.

The desert enforces its own perspective. It shrinks you and puts eternity in the foreground. If you're open to it, and don't mind a diminished role in this drama, it insists, quietly, on the surging beauty of all things and non-things living and dead and not-formally-alive.