Quotes About Beauty

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.

Would that I were the heaven, that I might be all full of love-lit eyes to gaze on thee.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

The love of beauty in its multiple forms is the noblest gift of the human cerebrum.

You can't make love without art.

Painting is like making love. You cannot ask, 'How do you do it?' But, hopefully, it is beautiful.

Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose.

I know I look good. The regular adjectives that come my way - sexy, hot, dusky, bong bombshell I love them.

I like the Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park. I love how it's been rained on forever and looks worn down by time.

And I'm slightly in love with Scarlett Johansson: she's just stunning. And she's bright, which is incredibly sexy.

And you should never cut your hair 'cos I love the way you flick it off your shoulders

I love diamond facials - they leave me glowing and refreshed.

The Fox News anchors are lovely. They have an incredible combination of brains and beauty. And I think that's one of the reasons people love watching them and listening to them.

To be rooted in love is to look beyond surface appearances to see the inner beauty in others often disfigured by sin.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

Art is a form of love. Art is the ultimate gift. Art heals life.

I pray Thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.

Cherish sunsets, wild creatures, and wild places. Have a love affair with the wonder and beauty of the earth!

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

I love my snaggle fangs. They give me character and character is sexy.