Quotes About Beauty

And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth.

I love intimate details like lingerie, something like a gorgeous silk stocking or exquisite slipper.

I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.

There's a beauty on the inside of you - and it shows on the outside too.

When I forget that the stars shine in air-- When I forget that beauty is in stars-- When I forget that love with beauty is-- Will I forget thee: till then all things else.

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

I'm very girly. I love to talk about diets, exercise, kids, make-up.

I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.

Faith is the champion of Grace, and Love the nurse; but Humility is the beauty of Grace.

Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

For she had eyes and chose me.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.

I actually love my natural hair when it's in a twist out and it's been slept on for five days and revived by the steam of the shower.

Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.

The essence of all beauty, I call love.

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

The day you catch an idea you fall in love with, even a small one, is a beautiful day.

The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.

Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.

But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.