Quotes About Beauty

She looked like what all women wanted to grow up to look like:

Embroidery entwined

She is not only beautiful on the outside, but inwards as well. When she is old and not so lovely, she will be well loved. But you! Your beauty is on the outside alone. If it were taken away from you, only a querulous, evil-minded, vicious woman would remain.

Beauty knows no time', he said softly, rising, and kissing her hand.

Under the greenwood tree, who something something me", tum-te-tum the weather,' Tom remarked. 'Shocking memory for poetry.

I've learned that, just like beauty, what constitutes witchcraft is dependent upon the eye of its beholder.

He wasn't the best looking man she'd ever met. It was just

Integrating the beauty of seasonal change into the residence was a concept that remains true even today even in the more cramped, inner city machiya.

The unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit is of great worth in God's sight.

When carving stone, the sculptor removes everything that is not the statue. […] The art of revealing beauty lies in removing what conceals it. So, too, Patanjali [in the Yoga Sutras] tells us that wholeness exists within us. Our work is to chisel away at everything that is not essence, not Self.

People come to see beauty, and I dance to give it to them.

They were spell-bound by the beauty of the snowy-white Alsatian. There was something quite breath-taking about his lean grace, and the sleek outline of his head, with his ears pricked and keen, as he stood motionless on the shingle, showing himself so that they might admire him and be friendly.

The Sea knows her Creator and she gives Him glory every moment of every day just by being all that He created her to be - reflecting Him, being as much like Him as she can be. Sometimes she is gentle, calm and caressing. Sometimes she is powerful, strong and angry. Always she is her true self and a reflection of Him.

Some women need no jewels to make them sparkle. You are one of them. -Royce Westmoreland

Because," he said quietly as she stood up, "until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden." Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. "What is it now?" "Heaven.

True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

our lives are like a big chunk of marble, and the sculpting process is long and tedious. Each little chip doesn't amount to much, but, chip by chip, it will eventually turn into a beautiful work of art. The saddest thing would be for the sculptor to tire of the

I don't cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can't stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I'd ever thought or felt or been.

If you and I are only shadows, or faulty conglomerations of the four elements, or a dance of atoms in the void, why is life so sweet?

It is true that most of these men were closeted transgressors, while Colette played out her revolt in public. They were secretly attracted by her vital force. Their languor and formality were alien to her—but not their fetish worship of human beauty.

Ruthie's story wasn't a love story, though, so this wasn't a beginning, or an end. It could be too late, no matter what Penny thought. No matter what she herself thought, or Joe thought, or how deeply they would fall. Whatever was going to happen could fall apart or melt away. It could be frost on a windowpane, dew on the grass. But stop, look, how beautiful is that.

They stepped outside to the pristine beauty of Rose Bay, to the endless stretch of white beach and the stark blue of the ocean and the differing greens of the trees, of native gums and palms that formed a backdrop to the two lone boat sheds that sat there. As far as the eye could see, there was not another soul in sight.

The scientist does not study nature because it is useful to do so. He studies it because he takes pleasure in it, and he takes pleasure in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and life would not be worth living.

I shall have spent my life in railway stations Nearly departing For catastrophes, All for love And my heart haloed with the madness of love. Nothing is quite so beautiful as the trains I've missed …