Quotes About Beauty

The variety of our skin tones can confuse, bemuse, delight, brown and pink and beige and purple, tan and blue and white. I

The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying, Because I love to live.

When I was described by our playmates as being shit color, he was lauded for his velvet-black skin.

Without the presence and energy of art in our lives, we are capable of engaging in heartless activities without remorse and cruelties with clear consciences.

This is a wonderful day. I've never seen this one before.

Mother's beauty made her powerful and her power made her unflinchingly honest.

Open your eyes to the beauty around you, open your mind to the wonders of life, open your heart to those who love you, and always be true to yourself.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly.

The describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

We, this people, on this mote of matter In whose mouths abide cankerous words Which challenge out very existence Yet out of those same mouths Come songs of such exquisite sweetness

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

It's in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk, My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come, My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

Of falling leaves and melting snows, of birds In their delights Some poets sing their melodies tendering my nights sweetly.

I want babies too, he said huskily. Daughters as beautiful as you are.

And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you.

God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me.

Like I'm beautiful. Like I'm the only woman who's ever affected you this way. Like in a room full of other women, you'd only see me.

He kissed her temple, nuzzling her skin, and murmured again that she was the most beautiful lass in the world. They weren't just words he offered. Platitudes he didn't mean. He cared not about the scar that marred her face. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful lass he'd ever known and nothing would change that. Not a scar. Not circumstances. She was his, and he didn't give one damn what others thought.

It's not ugly. It's a mark of courage. Of survival. I think you're beautiful.

Yeah, it's you. It suits you. I wanted something to match your eyes, but I also wanted something that reflected your personality. Your vibrancy.

You're beautiful just as you are, Lyric.

You were perfect.

Don't hide from me, honey. You're so beautiful. You take my breath away. Never hide from me. You're too beautiful for that.