Quotes About Beauty

Nightheart was handsome—as handsome as any ShadowClan warrior—and good-hearted too. There had to be some cat in ThunderClan who thought so too. "Once you fall in love with some pretty Clanmate, you'll feel differently about everything.

Bramble suddenly spotted the red-and-yellow flash of a lovebird

Brightheart, a pretty white she-cat with ginger patches on her fur like fallen leaves, had

Hills, oak woods for shelter, running streams.

He was watching Violet. Her fur had the rich darkness of storm clouds. Her long tail was thick and sleek. Her ears were wide and soft, framing her pretty face perfectly

The earth was darker on this side of the Thunderpath and the grass felt coarser underpaw. As they approached the foot of Highstones, the grass gave way to bare, rocky soil, dotted with patches of heather. The land sloped up now, toward the sky. Craggy rocks topped the slope, blazing orange in the sun.

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

You don't owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don't owe it to your mother, you don't owe it to your children, you don't owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked 'female'.

Ik vind bomen een van de mooiste dingen die er zijn. Water en bomen en meisjes.

Doppler åpnet øynene og så hele fargespekteret for første gang på mange måneder. Verden hadde farge. Den var rød, den var grønn. Den var roggbif.

I've always felt there are two things a woman should never do after the age of thirty-five: stand in natural light and have a baby.

The essence of beauty is in variety and surprise, in richness, ambiguity, and intricacy of detail.

Beauty is a symbol of goodness; the admiration we feel for it is a symbol of the reverence inspired by the moral law.

Soha senki nem kapja meg, amit akar, és ez gyönyör?.

No one in the world ever gets what thet want, ans that is beautiful.

I cleared my throat and recited my pass phrase. Each word appeared on my display as I said it. "No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.

Sentía debilidad fetichista por las chicas guapas y raritas que tocaban el ukelele, una debilidad fetichista que no puedo ni quiero explicar ni defender

sentía debilidad fetichista por las chicas guapas y raritas que tocaban el ukelele

Ninguém no mundo consegue o que quer e isso é bonito.

Pues sabes una cosa? Que tú también eres como siempre creí que serías: feo como el culo.

one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.

It looks just like Rivendell," Aech said, taking the words right out of my mouth.

Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.