Quotes About Beauty

First, we must Experience God in everything Beautiful. Then, we will see Everything Beautiful as God.

Sexy in India is not considered positive. But, with today's crop of fresh faces in the modelling arena, being sexy is an asset.

When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist.

Gently, I open the door to eternal mystery, the flowers of my breasts cupped, offered with both my hands.

Tattooing is definitely an art form," Kenzo said. "I do agree with you about that, and I've recently learned to appreciate the beauty of the art tattoo. But tell me, speaking not as a collector but strictly as a physician and a rational man, don't you think it's stupid to undergo so much pain and expend so much energy on self-mutilation? I mean, surely no one with an iota of common sense would ever do such a thing.

With a living canvas such as human skin, whether or not a tattoo artist could produce a work of art that satisfied him depended in great measure upon the subject. The ideal, of course, was pale, velvety, fine-grained skin without a single birthmark, scar, or blemish.

Qué trágico que el hombre nunca pueda darse cuenta de lo hermosa que es la vida hasta que se encuentra cara a cara con la muerte

La vida es breve, enamoraos, doncellas... Antes de que la flor carmesí se desvanezca de vuestros labios... Antes de que las mareas de la pasión se enfríen dentro de vosotras... Para aquellos que no conocen el mañana... La vida es breve, enamoraos, doncellas... Antes de que nuestras trenzas de cuervo comiencen a desvanecerse... Antes de que las llamas de vuestros corazones parpadeen y mueran... Para aquellos a quienes el hoy nunca volverá...

My brother had always said that. He claimed that when human beings lived past thirty, all they did was become uglier and meaner, so he had no intention of doing so.

Nature takes good care of her appearance. What makes nature ugly is the behavior of human beings.

I like silent pictures and I always have ... I wanted to restore some of this beauty. I thought of it, I remember in this way: one of techniques of modern art is simplification, and that I must therefore simplify this film.

Tip-Toe Thru' the Tulips with Me

Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert.

The moment we cry in a film is not when things are sad but when they turn out to be more beautiful than we expected them to be.

We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as beautiful, intelligent, and witty as we are ugly, stupid, and dull. But what if such a perfect being should one day turn around and decide they will love us back? We can only be somewhat shocked-how can they be as wonderful as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us?

You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.

What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.

Fidelitatea mea nu datoreaz? nimic unei hot?râri, totul se datoreaz? uimirii permanente. Nu ?tiu dac? dragostea ve?nic? exist?, dar ?tiu c? exist? fiin?e infinit demne de a fi iubite.

Yet for all his idiosyncrasies in writing for the stage, Vaughan Williams did create several works of great power and beauty. Given the degree to which he refused to compromise his artistic vision, and the long odds most English composers of his generation faced in having their stage works realized – not to mention the lack of encouragement from the English musical world in general – the fact that he met with any success at all is remarkable.

Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much; my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold onto it. And then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude—for every single moment of my stupid, little life.

At sixteen, Angela is strikingly beautiful; with perfect even features, blonde hair and a nubile young body, she's the archetypal American dream girl.

His POV: Angela, naked, FLOATS above us as a deluge of ROSE PETALS falls around her. Her hair fans out around her head GLOWS with a subtle, burnished light.

Her face has lost its usual resolute determination; she's actually enjoying herself spontaneously, and the lack of her usual self-consciousness allows us to see just how beautiful she is.