Quotes About Beauty

Beauty is the worst kind of lie.

Explain little. Evoke all.

Throughout her life, Henriette Wyeth has to decide: Love or work. Fidelity or freedom. Beauty or snark. East or west. Her father's daughter or her husband's wife. Her children's mother or her artist's heart—her palette or her paint, her feathers or her shells.

If Jesus gives us a task or assigns us to a difficult season, every ounce of our experience is meant for our instruction and completion if only we'll let Him finish the work. I fear, however, that we are so attention-deficit that we settle for bearable when beauty is just around the corner.

We all want to feel like the most beautiful girl in the room, to be chosen and loved forever. The Cinderella story gives us hope of our impossible dreams becoming true.

I always know I'm talking to a gardener or a photographer if at any given time, they know where the light is.

My garden is my favorite teacher.

No matter how many compromises were made along the way, no matter what happens in the future, a book is a thing to behold.

She was beautiful, too, with dark eyebrows and deep-set eyes outlined in black. Her image was like sharp glass cutting into me, I rushed to the surface to meet her with an urgency bordering on hysteria. Someone get gauze and bandages. I'm falling out. She's some dream I had. She's got part of me I didn't know I needed.

Rivayete göre ?eytan, Mesih ?sa'ya Asya yakas?ndaki Çaml?ca tepelerinden, "dünyan?n ve içindeki krall?klar?n bütün ihti?am? budur" derken Bo?az'?, Haliç'i ve Bizans akropolisini göstermi?tir. Buras? kusursuz ve bu yüzden sürekli yeni ba?tan hayat bulan, ba?tan ç?kar?c? ?ey olarak tasvir edilecek bir yerdi.

Hollywood always wanted me to be pretty, but I fought for realism.

Men become much more attractive when they start looking older. But it doesn't do much for women, though we do have an advantage: make-up.

Thirty-five is the age for a woman, in my opinion. Oh—to stay thirty-five forever.

The key is always to see the thing-as-it-is in all its unique and marvelous complexity.

On either side the wild roses, their pink dewy faces turned to the sun, tumbled over the fences, sprawled on the ground and filled the air with their pure summery smell.

Mental sunshine makes the mind grow, and perpetual happiness makes human nature a flower garden in bloom.

He sighed deeply: to fall in love at first sight with this malodorous sleeping girl, with, as far as he could see, no pretensions to beauty or even good looks, was something he had not expected. But falling in love, he had always understood, was unpredictable, and, as far as he was concerned, irrevocable That they hadn't exchanged a word, nor spoken, made no difference. He, heart whole until that minute, and with no intention of marrying until it suited him, had lost that same heart.

She had been the quiet, rather plain girl, with a surprisingly sharp tongue if she was put out, lovely eyes and pretty hair and a way of looking very directly at one. Now he had to admit that she had become more important to him than anyone else in the world. The idea of a future without her wasn't to be borne. She had by some mysterious metamorphosis become more beautiful than anyone else he had ever encountered.

She wasn't looking her best; her hair was coming down, for she had shed hairpins as she'd run, and her face lacked powder and lipstick. She looked hot and tired and surprisingly happy. He thought that he had never seen anyone quite as beautiful, so absolutely necessary to his happiness. It wasn't the first time he had fallen in love, but he knew that this was the last.

He mopped her face and thought how beautiful she was -- hair in a glorious tangle, a pink nose and puffy eyes, and swathed in a shapeless dressing gown only fit for the dustbin. The thought struck him with some force that he had fallen in love at last -- that, indeed, he had been in love for some time.

Anyone with any sense knew that one of the best parts of the day was the hour just as the sun was rising.

Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.

Someone gorgeous, with a good figure, who's willing to do the work to regain it post pregnancy.

If these are the achievements of man, give me the achievements of geraniums.