Quotes About Beauty

The mission of women is to be beautiful and to bring children into the world.

All gardeners live in beautiful places, because they make them so.

Grace is in garments, in movements, in manners beauty in the nude, and in forms. This is true of bodies but when we speak of feelings, beauty is in their spirituality, and grace in their moderation.

Ornaments were invented by modesty.

Everything has its poetry. 94

Aime moi noire, disait-elle à un homme. Blanche, tout le monde m'aimerait.

We are alive, the wolves said. And the world is beautiful.

age has its own glory, beauty, and wisdom that belong to it.

Green eyes like his mother's. Like beautiful marble. You could catch the fever from somebody's eyes.

Dzirdu kaiju klaigas. Skaista ska?a. N?c man l?dzi uz klinti, v?rosim t?s k?du stundu. Nerun?sim neko. Lai j?ra run? m?su viet?.

He was a beautiful man. What more than this need be said? The sort of man who makes you think the movement of foliage might be causing the breeze.

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

Voglia Dio concedere a tutti noi,a noi bevitori,una morte così lieve e bella

Que Dios nos dé a todos los bebedores una muerte así de hermosa y fácil!»).

Era un año de prosperidad. Y en los huertos los copos de flores formaban una capa tan densa y tan alta que se hubiera podido caminar por encima descalzo, sintiendo la tierra tan sólo como una remota realidad.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.

where there is more water than you could possibly imagine, like a river that has only one bank, and it's too salty to drink. Every night it swallows the sun in a flash of fire, bleeding into the waves without a sound.

Cinderheart's pelt had shone in the moonlight, and the stars had glittered as though the sky were as frosted as the hills. "Then we are more than friends?" he had whispered into Cinderheart's ear.

Blossomheart

Who's that?" he exclaimed. "She's the most beautiful cat I've ever seen! Why is she so sad? Oh, my whiskers, is she bleeding too? What on earth is wrong with your Twolegs? Why don't they take better care of you?

She was a beautiful cat, Flamepaw thought, with the typical wiry WindClan body and sleek black fur. Sure, her name suits her perfectly, he told himself, stifling a sigh.

She gazed at the moon

Now Darkstripe," Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, "is neither young, nor pretty. . . .

Instead, he came to a skidding, terrified halt on the edge of a huge cliff. Steep sandy slopes fell away barely a mouse-length in front of his paws. Waves crashed at the bottom, and stretching out ahead of him was a heaving expanse of blue-green water. The sun was sinking into it on the horizon, its flames so bright that Brambleclaw had to narrow his eyes against them. The orange fire burned a path like blood across the water, almost reaching the foot of the cliff.