Quotes About Beauty

Do we dress with dignity, with a reflection of beauty? The entire world is wearing blue jeans and a black tee shirt. A banal sameness has covered us like wings of a black bird. Do we dress as if we were to meet Mevlana Jalauddin? Is our house clean, prepared for the possibility of a visit from Mevlana?

Looking up into the trees, I noticed that one still had a few dark leaves clinging to the upper branches. Under my gaze, the leaves became a semé of birds, scattering upward and away in a salutary swoop, leaving only a plastic bag, caught and hanging listlessly in the bare limbs.

Let us look again for a moment; it is the last time, perhaps, I shall see the moonlight with you.

Wigs have always been a part of my life and have become a staple accessory in my closet. I can remember being a little girl and hearing all the commotion in my house from my mom, aunts and grandmother when picking out their wigs for the day. It was such a good time for them and part of their everyday beauty routine.

For my first wedding, I cried all the way down the aisle. My fake eyelash came off. My nose was red. My eyes were swollen. I'm not one of those pretty criers.

You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)

I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try." [Zarek]

A beautiful woman can make herself look ugly in the eyes of a man if she is very insecure.

One man's "ugly" is another man's "beautiful.

An understated demeanor and a confident attitude will convince him you're gorgeous. Never assume you are not attractive enough, and therefore you have to overcompensate or chase a man. Taste is subjective. One man's "ugly" is another man's "beautiful." The first date is about looks. When he falls in love, it's about your attitude. It's about whether you can hold your own. Which is all about how you hold yourself.

The same works in reverse. A beautiful woman can make herself look ugly in the eyes of a man if she is very insecure.

Sophia Loren said, "Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They'd grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she'd been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.

A reflection of their story: imperfect, but to him the most beautiful of stories.

You have been all my moments of grace.

Why allow all the old memories to have supremacy? Make new ones, memories of such luster and beauty that, should the old ones come back, they would be pallid and impotent in comparison.

He did not look like an archangel—if archangels looked as he did, there would be no women of virtue left in Paradise.

He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she'd seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness.

He felt like a pilgrim standing on the shores of Lake Sahara, having walked barefoot over hundreds of miles, yet all the hardships forgotten, filled with only wonder and reverence at the marvel of it all.

Then she spied the cauldeon, sitting upright at the very bottom of the crater, filled with the most beautiful exiler she'd ever seen, like distilled starlight.

The silence that followed was lovely, the silence of flowers blooming.

The air had that pellucid mountain clarity that made shapes sharper and colors truer. The green of the paddy fields wasn't just green, but a lusty green, full of hunger for sunlight and moisture. And the slopes weren't mere hulks of rock, but the ribs of the valley, protecting the delicate strip of fertile soil from the worst of the harsh elements.

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

When she looked back at Charlotte, she said, "I think your austerity measures are working. You're visibly farther from Maximum Tolerable Chins than you were a few days ago." Charlotte patted herself under her jaw. "I will not bore you with tales of hardship, but it has been dreadful. The things I do in service to my vanity.