Quotes About Beauty

She wasn't wearing makeup that night, and didn't need any. The moonlight was her makeup.

Creo que una verdadera amistad siempre nos hace sentir este dulce sentimiento, ya que el mundo casi siempre parece un árido desierto y las flores que en él crecen parecen hacerlo en contra de todas esas circunstancias desfavorables

My mother used to say that . . . and that the only real beauty is order and love and light.

begirt with a flowing kirtle

Not until Gilgamesh gives up on transcendence can he realize how beautiful his city is; only then, freed from his restless heart, can he fully return to the place he started out from. Suppose that the city is this moment: things as they are, without any meaning added. When the mind gives up on its quest for control, order, and meaning, it finds that it has come home, to reality, where it has always been. What it has -- what it is -- in this very moment is everything it ever wanted.

His gaze turned cold as he faced her. 'Sure, she's attractive. A stone wall would be attractive if it looked like that. It's her attitude I don't like. There's more to love than just getting your itches scratched.

Covenant did not reply at once. He trembled also, and hand to clench himself before he could say without a tremor, Why? Why do you trust me? The Hirebrand's eyes gleamed as if he were on the verge of tears, but he was smiling as he said, You are a man who knows the value of beauty.

Love and beauty could not be preserved by panic or flight.

That beauty and truth should pass utterly

Ah, Creator! Timelord and Landsire! Did You intend that beauty and truth should pass utterly from the Earth?

Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the privileged few Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo turning beauty to filth and greed... I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru but there's no place like London!

Lo que es precioso nunca muere, sólo pasa a otro tipo de belleza: se convierte en polvo de estrellas o espuma de mar, o en una flor, o nubes en el cielo. THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH, EDITOR

Lo que la oruga llama el fin del mundo, el maestro lo llama una mariposa. RICHARD BACH, ESCRITOR

We have truth in order not to die of art.

You actually can be too rich or too thin

Were they beautiful? We were all beautiful. We were in our twenties.

Mirabelle is attractive; it's just that she is never the first or second girl chosen.

she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.

The Matisse seemed to respond to the decreasing light by increasing its own wattage. Every object in the room was drained of color, but the Matisse stood firm in the de-escalating illumination, its beauty turning functionality inside out, making itself a more practical and useful presence than anything else in sight.

She started converting objects of beauty into objects of value.

To Mirabelle, the idea of being an object of obsession is alluring and represents a powerful love. She fails to understand, however, that men become obsessive over beautiful women because they want no one else to have them, but they fall in love with women like Mirabelle because they want a certain, specific part of them.

Mirabelle, who never takes credit for her attractiveness, believes it is not she he is responding to, but rather something independent of her.

All this in no way discounts her attractiveness. Mirabelle is attractive; it's just that she is never the first or second girl chosen.