Quotes About Beauty

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

So much inspires me. People living their lives with courage, beauty of all kinds, nature in all its aspects, people I love and people I hardly know, and, of course, other poets.

Women are hard on themselves. I'm trying to stop focusing on my flaws and appreciate what I love about my body.

There is something beautiful in you seeking freedom.

Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.

Eventually I knew what hair wanted; it wanted to be itself ... to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was.

I love Rihanna. She's such a beauty!

I love food and I love my curves.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

What is life without the radiance of love?

But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love

Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?

Those who do not know what love is liken it to beauty. Those who claim to know what love is liken it to ugliness.

The seventies is what I love. Soft, touchable beauty is what I love.

Museums, I love museums.

Love can achieve unexpected majesty in the rocky soil of misfortune.

If she undervalues me, What care I how fair she be?

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.