Quotes About Beauty

Saber que la belleza es el comienzo de lo terrible. Algo que muchos de tus colegas ignoran.

She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.

There lies the river, a monstrous glass serpent asleep in a green carpet

She was attractive because she was young, because she had nice eyes, a pretty nose, and a small mouth, and because her features were harmonious and enlivened by a sweet expression; but she was not a beauty to strike the eye at first glance; she was like a flower in the fields, pale and without noticeable fragrance, which is carelessly stepped underfoot, and whose beauty can be appreciated only after a careful examination, one of those nameless flowers of almost imperceptible perfume.

Well, ever since I have known you, morning and night have lost all their charms for me, and I find only the afternoon beautiful. Sometimes I think the morning was made only to prepare the day for the enjoyment of the delights of the afternoon, and the night only to dream and to enjoy the remembrance of feelings I never knew before.

She asks the dark to hide her That sunlight might not chide her As pride's pretentious daughter, And asks the dew to water Her lonely grave with tears

La noche es el espejo de los deformes.

Ah! ¿No es cierto, ángel de amor, que en esta apartada orilla más pura la luna brilla y se respira mejor?

There is beauty in truth, even if it's painful. Those who lie, twist life so that it looks tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don't teach anything, help anything, fix anything or cure anything. Nor do they develop one's character, one's mind, one's heart or one's soul.

Mucho, señora, daría Por tender sobre tu espalda Tu cabellera bravía, Tu cabellera de gualda: Despacio la tendería, Callado la besaría. Por sobre la oreja fina Baja lujoso el cabello, Lo mismo que una cortina Que se levanta hacia el cuello. La oreja es obra divina De porcelana de China. Mucho, señora, te diera Por desenredar el nudo De tu roja cabellera Sobre tu cuello desnudo: Muy despacio la esparciera, Hilo por hilo la abriera

Todo es hermoso y constante, Todo es música y razón, Y todo, como el diamante, Antes que luz es carbón.

Every human being has within him an ideal man, just as every piece of marble contains in a rough state a statue as beautiful as the one that Praxiteles the Greek made of the god Apollo.

Yo he visto en la noche oscura llover sobre mi cabeza los rayos de lumbra pura de la divina belleza.

let her be loved not only for her beauty and amiable character, but also for her strength of mind and loftiness of purpose, which enliven and raise the feeble and the timid and ward off all vain thoughts. Let her be the pride of her country and let her command respect.

There is beauty everywhere on earth, but there is greater beauty in those places where one feels that sense of ease which comes from no longer having to put off one's dreams until some improbable future – a future inexorably shrinking away; where the fear that has pervaded one's life suddenly vanishes because there is... nothing to be afraid of.

I notice that the artists, if that is what they are, at the tables around, have noticed my Scandinavian. Their artist girlfriends have noticed her New York fashions. And I never cease to notice her beauty, sad, as all beauty is, because it is not eternal.

Their is beauty everywhere on earth.

A beautiful eye makes silence eloquent, a kind eye makes contradiction an assent, an enraged eye makes beauty deformed. This little member gives life to every other part about us; and I believe the story of Argus implies no more than that the eye is in every part; that is to say, every other part would be mutilated were not its force represented more by the eye than even by itself.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Arguments out of a pretty mouth are unanswerable.

A just and reasonable modesty does not only recommend eloquence, but sets off every great talent which a man can be possessed of. It heightens all the virtues which it accompanies; like the shades in paintings, it raises and rounds every figure, and makes the colours more beautiful, though not so glaring as they would be without it.

Good nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit, and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground.

I do not propose to our British ladies, that they should turn Amazons in the service of their sovereign, nor so much as let their nails grow for the defence of their country. The men will take the work of the field off their hands, and show the world, that English valour cannot be matched when it is animated by English beauty.