Quotes About Beauty

The way I looked when I started modelling - I was a skinny schoolgirl, stuffing tissues into my little 32A bra. I wasn't trying to be that thin; I was perfectly healthy, but still - that look is a total impossibility for women over the age of 20. Fashion has a lot to answer for, doesn't it?

In terms of television and movies, I've been really interested in seeing the partnership of comedy and beauty and heart. I think they can go together really well and really thoughtfully. But, I'm a total one-hour drama addict. I think when you're a comedian, you tend towards dramas because that's the less stressful thing to watch.

Total intimacy is a myth; that said, a particular kind of loneliness can be both beautiful and fruitful.

At night if I'm in a hurry, I'll just put on a lot of mascara and black pencil all the way around the inner rim. It's a totally sexy eye in a minute and a half.

I had a totally normal relationship with my body.

I can't say this enough, I'm totally comfortable with my body. I like my body, I don't think it's a bad thing, I think I have a nice body, I'm happy with it.

When I was a freshman, I was 5 feet 9 and totally skinny as a pole. Knock-knees and bad hair. Then, over that summer, I grew up a little bit. Not that I was some super beauty, but at least I didn't look like I was 10 anymore and had a little self-confidence.

The move from description to prescription, from saying what happens to passing judgment on what should happen, is a creative one, a fundamentally human act. The world is just the world, unfolding according to the patterns of nature, free of any judgmental attributes. The world exists; beauty and goodness are things that we bring to it.

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream?, or are you really as beautiful us you seem?

Michelangelo said he saw angels in the marble and carved until he set them free.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

If starlight sparkles are lovely Than all i need to do is look in your eyes To see love

That's why she felt entitled to be filthy rich. It explains and excuses a lot. She didn't want money because money was power; she wanted it because she'd been poor, and money cures poverty. [...] But beauty is like money from God. And Mom has always been beautiful.

I'm cool with the way I look, I'm not an ugly dog, but I don't see myself as a stud or anything.

I am dwelling on things I love, even if a measure of tragedy is stitched into everything, if you follow the thread long enough

I miss her face, its beauty, and its beauty lost.

Her greatest wish I should think was that I would remain exactly as I was, and how I regret that that was not to be. It was only for her roses that she wished for change, the strange moment of loral enchantment when the branch of a rose mutates, and shows a "sport," something new arising from the known rose. A leap in beauty.

It would all go on, for ever, the little glories of life.

He was looking into that strange place, the middle distance, the most mysterious, human, and rich of all distances. And from his eyes came slowly tears, immaculate human tears, before the world touches them. River, window and eyes.

All that remains of me now is a rumour of beauty.

Some men make flower beds, and some men kill.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continously happy in it.

There is a craziness in it all that betokens a kind of delicious freedom. Notions are cast off. If only for a moment. They seen a flickering picture of beauty.

Then his face opened again like that spot in the woods touched suddenly by stray sunlight.