Quotes About Beauty

She looked more fragile and more lovely than ever in the moonlight. He felt that stirring of desire he had felt the first time he had touched her and she him.

I think she is the most beautiful creature I have ever set eyes upon

What woman below the age of thirty could look at Jack and not fall in love with him? He is almost criminally handsome and quite irresistibly roguish. What a combination. It should not be allowed.

He is a very handsome gent, Bridget conceded. That should not be allowed either, Diana said. Gentlemen who are that handsome should not be allowed to run around free doing all sorts of damage to female hearts.

The blooms almost match the sunshine of your smile.

I fell in love with you when I saw you that summer, he said. I adored you for years afterward. You were so lovely, so pure, so totally unattainable.

And all the time he stood there . . . he was aware of Christina beside him, beautiful, elegant, gracious, smelling of lavender—and for this evening and a few more days his to look at, to admire, to yearn for.

And her beauty could be vibrant if she was allowed to be spontaneously herself and if she was secure in the love of those around her.

I wonder you did not marry. Cecily has told me that you were in society once. You are so beautiful and so wise, I wonder all the men did not love you. Elizabeth laughed. There were so many duels over who should have me, she said, that finally there was no one left alive to claim my hand. I am a very tragic figure, you know.

It is as well we cannot know when the world will end or when we will die—or when everything that makes the world a beautiful place or life worth living will come crashing down about us.

Part of the task of composing a life is the artist's need to find a way to take what is simply ugly and, instead of trying to deny it, to use it in the broader design.

I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty.

beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. "Uh . . . you're not fifty or sixty years old

beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . .

Alice was pretty enough and played piano well, but she was educated in excess of a lady's requirements. She was also possessed of a quiet, stubborn strength of character that had discouraged beaux less determined than Henry Holliday, a Georgia planter ten years her senior.

Edward admired the beauty of cats, but had learned to think of them as lithe and lethal dander-delivery systems.

Never more to find her where the bright waters flow...her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown

I shared a dorm room with a beautiful neurotic who clung to her beauty as if it were a chance piece of debris keeping her afloat on a violent sea.

But this flower comes in the form of a human; it must soon succumb to disease, atrophy, ruined skin, broken teeth, the unbearable frailty of mortality.

But prettiness is always about pleasing people. When you stop being pretty, you don't have to do that anymore. I don't have to do that anymore. It's my show now.

The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.

Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don't know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

op het water drijven. Je moet er een keer heen, Lucien. Als je de bocht van de lagune om gaat en je ziet al die torenspitsen en koepels hoog boven het water uitsteken, nou, dan heb je het gevoel dat je in de hemel komt. Al dat goud...

Together we read Keats's letters to his lost beloved about how the stitches on a cap she made him went through him like a spear. I lace my fingers with his. The average non-poetry devotee may think the intensity around this stuff off-kilter at the least, but for us, it's like digging our hands together into a secret vat of pearls. In that realm only we are rich as any royalty.