Quotes About Beauty

Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Beauty is the love that we devote to an object.

I love Trinidad and I love living there, but it's quite harsh.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

He who has followed the path of love's initiation in the proper order will on arriving at the end suddenly perceive a marvelous beauty, the source of all our efforts

God loves us. May we discover the beauty of loving and being loved.

I love maxi dresses, I feel so great when I put on a maxi dress, big earrings and sandals.

I love being able to wear dresses and clothes that make me feel feminine and beautiful, and I love the fact that I don't have to all the time; I can wear a tank and jeans.

I'm not a pin-up, thankfully. I'm not suggesting I feel unconfident. I am beautiful to my husband. I am beautiful to my friends. I feel sexy and all those things with the people I love.

I love it when a woman is wearing Red Lipstick, and her hair is combed back, so sensual and confident.

Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty

I love this world because it is imperfect. It is imperfect, and that's why it is growing; if it was perfect it would have been dead.

There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.

Know yourself. Be yourself. Love yourself. Seek goodness and be goodness. Seek beauty and be beauty. Seek love and be love.

I love you even when you're sick and look disgusting.

You're so beautiful but that's not why I love you, I'm not sure you know this but the reason I love you is you

I have not seen one who loves virtue as he loves beauty.

Love is a dangerous angel.

I love being in the ocean. I love the unpredictability of it- size of wave, animals you see, etc.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.