Quotes About Beauty

They had moved closer to one another to watch the dying moments of the day, this beautiful bright May day.

Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d'une mousse de glace; et l'on n'entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la ville calme et ensevelie sous l'hiver, que ce froissement vague, innommable et flottant de la neige qui tombe, plutôt sensation que bruit , entremêlement d'atomes légers qui semblaient emplir l'espace, couvrir le monde.

out of love of symmetry, just as people put two vases above a fireplace.

Nevertheless man has found love, which is not a bad reply to that sly Deity, and he has adorned it with so much poetry that woman often forgets the sensual part of it. Those among us who are unable to deceive themselves have invented vice and refined debauchery, which is another way of laughing at God and paying homage, immodest homage, to beauty.

She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.

Yes, but I say that Nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against Nature, for she is continually bringing us back to an animal state. You may be sure that God has not put anything on this earth that is clean, pretty, elegant or accessory to our ideal; the human brain has done it.

She was pretty and, even more, she was smart, and she had a divine figure according to all accounts. He fell in love with her, as a man always falls in love with any attractive woman whom he sees a lot of.

since with women there is neither caste nor rank; and beauty, grace, and charm act instead of family and birth. Natural fineness, instinct for what is elegant, suppleness of wit, are the sole hierarchy, and make from women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.

She danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart.

Pero cuando el sol desciende, una confusa alegría invade todo mi cuerpo. Me despierto, me animo. A medida que crece la sombra me siento distinto, más joven, más fuerte, más activo, más feliz. La veo espesarse, dulce sombra caída del cielo: ahoga la ciudad como una ola inaprensible e impenetrable, oculta, borra, destruye los colores, las formas; oprime las casas, los seres, los monumentos, con su tacto imperceptible.

L'autre, très chétive, avait une tête jolie et maladive sur une poitrine de phtisique rongée par cette foi dévorante qui fait les martyrs et les illuminés.

L'autre, très chétive, avait une tête jolie et maladive sur une poitrine de physique rongée par cette foi dévorante qui fait les martyrs et les illuminés.

Una donna giovane e affascinante un giorno sostenne, parlando con me non ricordo a quale proposito, che i colpi di luna sono mille volte più pericolosi dei colpi di sole. Li si prende, diceva, senza accorgersene, passeggiando nelle belle serate è non si guarisce mai; si resta pazzi, non pazzi furiosi, pazzi da rinchiudere, ma pazzi di una speciale follia, dolce e continua; non si pensa più come gli altri uomini.

Che cos'ha mai di così seducente questa luna, vecchio astro defunto, che porta a spasso nel cielo, la sua faccia giallina e la sua triste luce di trapassata per turbare così noialtri, noi che siamo infiammati da erranti fantasie?

Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.

Mert a szerelem szavai mindig egyformák, csak az adja meg az ízüket, hogy milyen ajakról hangzanak el.

Strang thing! How does it happen that the presence of a woman overwhelms us so? Is it the power of her grace which enfolds us? Is it the seduction of her beauty and youth, which intoxicates one like wine?

Le soleil, plus bas, semblait saigner.

Ennek a reggelnek tiszta fényében szívük egymás hangját visszhangozta.

C'est toute la jeunesse, toute la beauté, tout l'espérance du succès, tout l'idéal poétique de vie brillante, qu'on sacrifie à cette abominable loi de la reproduction qui fait de la femme normale une simple machine à pondre des êtres.

What's more important than making a startup attractive to investors in a beauty-contest format is to make them viable in real life.

la belleza. Cuando la verdad y la experiencia no se la mostraron, se volvió hacia la fantasía y la ilusión, hallándola en sus mismos umbrales, entre los nebulosos recuerdos de los cuentos de su niñez y entre los sueños.

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.