Quotes About Beauty

Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.

And I think something is beautiful if it reveals something important about what it means to be alive.

Fashions come and go, but jawlines are eternal.

She called, Au ror a! in a penetrating voice that could cause a small bird to fall dead out of the sky.

But knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things.

David had looked so beautiful that morning. The light came down on one side of his face and he seemed to glow. His dark hair fell in finger-length curls that flopped rakishly across his forehead. He had eyebrows that had natural peaks, raised in constant amusement. His nose was long and fine. His worn T-shirts pulled against his frame, revealing muscled arms. . . .

Felt the world swirling with snow

Paris seemed to make good on the promise it made in every photograph of it she'd ever seen.

Two students had approached Leonard while he was staring at the painting, a boy and a girl. The boy was beautiful - his hair genuinely golden, a color poets wrote about but rarely saw. The girl had a smile like a dangerous question. The first thing that struck Leo was how alive they looked. In contrast to the surroundings, they were bright and flushed.

The sky was white instead of the crazy pink of the night before.

Yale and Princeton would bite their ivy-covered knuckles in jealousy over the red and gold bricks; tree-lined paths; sculptures; twee, twisting pathways; and Gothic spires.

and things that looked just like palaces even thought they probably weren't.

Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.

I think something is art when it is created with intention. Serious intention. Even crazy intention. And I think something is beautiful if it reveals something important about what it means to be alive.

Mon coeur est un palais flétri par la cohue...

A stream cut across the grass, and tree branches flowed low to the ground, like a curtain of green fluid. The sound of the water stressed the silence. The distant cut of open sky made the place seem more hidden. Far above, on the crest of a hill, one tree caught the first rays of sunlight.

Architecture is not a business, not a career, but a crusade and a consecration to a joy that justifies the existence of the earth.

It has been a day of wonder, this, our first day in the forest.

She knew that she could not move until he permitted her to. She saw his mouth and the silent contempt in the shape of his mouth; the planes of his gaunt, hollow cheeks; the cold, pure brilliance of the eyes that had no trace of pity. She knew it was the most beautiful face she would ever see, because it was the abstraction of strength made visible.

it was astonishing to discover that the lines of her shoulder were fragile and beautiful, and that the diamond band on the wrist of her naked arm gave her the most feminine of all aspects: the look of being chained.

If you came here dressed like this in order not to let me notice how lovely you are," he said, "you miscalculated. You're lovely. I wish I could tell you what a relief it is to see a face that's intelligent though a woman's. But you don't want to hear it. That's not what you came here for.

One cannot hate the earth in their name. The earth is beautiful. And it is a background, but not theirs.

If we don't use ugly words, we won't have any ugliness

The naked shoulder was gown's only ornament