Quotes About Beauty

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

God is voluptuous and delicious. — Meister Eckhart

the first good thing is the goodness of nature."40 Here she tells us to get out of our own stuckness with the human condition and open our eyes and hearts to the abundant goodness found in nature.

The fear of God reigning in the heart is the beauty of the soul.

The beauty of holiness is that which the grave, that consumes all other beauty, cannot touch, or do any damage to.

Amare una persona è diverso dal volerla intrappolare, dal volere qualcosa che sia tuo e solo tuo. E' come tentare di abbracciare il tuo quadro preferito, come parlare o danzare con l'ora più perfetta della giornata, con il ricordo dell'albero più bello che hai mai visto.

There's a line in one of my dad's novels about the most beautiful parts of the female anatomy being the ones that are the most innocent—the ones that have never been scandalized by nudity.

Gary has made the classic mistake of equating precise cheekbones, perfect breasts, and a vague association with philanthropy as the signs of a good woman.

If she wasn't pretty enough for them, fine, because they weren't worth her time anyway. They didn't make her happy. None of them were good people. None of them were nice.

After the age of about . . . what, sixteen? We're all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged.

Being ugly is one of the worst things you can do for your brand, because people will assume that you've sinned a whole bunch and God is punishing your face.

Seht ihr den Mond dort stehen? Er ist nur halb zu sehen, Und ist doch rund und schön! So sind wohl manche Sachen, Die wir getrost belachen, Weil unsre Augen sie nicht sehn.

Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.

Sunset is still my favorite color and rainbow is next

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

Sometimes the west showed clouds like tiny pink feathers; sometimes it showed purple mountains and green lakes; sometimes the clouds were scarlet with gold around the edges. Betsy

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of spring after winter. You felt a sort of pulse in the earth which proved that nothing dies, that everything comes back in beauty. Leonard was coming back... in some place beautiful enough to pay him for leaving the world. God knew all about his music, too. He would use that music someplace.

Joe Willard turned from his study of the trees beyond the window and raised his hand. 'Yes, Joe?' Mr. Gaston said, changing his tone. 'It is my opinion sir, that apple blossoms are pink.' Mr. Gaston was silent, stunned. 'Pinkish, rather.' Joe continued. 'I think Betsy's word 'rosy' is excellent. They're colored just enough to make the effect rosy.' The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

Instead of broadening the choices of how to look good, we have only broadened the ways we try to look alike. Women are headed toward one face, one body and one expression.

Who knows? If women all end up with the same face and body, men may gravitate toward the quirky. Then the chicks with the laugh lines and love handles will be the lucky ones.

We had the Belle Epoque. Now we have the Botox Epoque, permeated by plastic emotions from antidepressants and plastic veneers from collagen, silicone, cosmetic surgery and Botox.

Women have become so obsessed with not withering, they've forgotten that there are infinite ways to be beautiful.

My mom] long ago advised me, when I was feeling blue or self-doubting about men, that the best thing to do was go out and buy a red lipstick or a red dress. 'It will be your red badge of courage,' she said.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.