Quotes About Beauty

God, what a night. I was so glad you were home, standing up in all that wind while everyone else was blowing across the streets like tumbleweeds. I wonder if you wish you hadn't been there, with the future looming up in such utter chaos before us. And meanwhile, the night was old and you were beautiful.

At that time, Haily, like the eighties to come, believed in too much, and like most of those women who think you can't have big enough closets, she still didn't look that great. Or at least she never looked kind and beautiful like Kate. She looked mean and stylish, as if she were supposed to be beautiful and you should take her word for it. From afar, she looked a lot better than close up. Sort of like America

her third day in New York, Jacaranda looked at herself in the Essex mirror and thought she looked ten years younger than the forty she'd looked in La Jolla. By the fourth day she looked twenty-five years old, and by the end of a week she looked what her mother, when she saw her, referred to as "your age, dear, eighteen.

I'm dying and use words like gaunt . When I weigh 125, which is almost but not quite what Vogue might be able to deal with, I look as old as Jeanne Moreau when she's just murdered someone.

When I weigh 130, my friends think I'm dying and use words like gaunt . When I weight 125, which is almost but not quite what Vogue might be able to deal with, I look as old as Jeanne Moreau when she's just murdered someone.

She spent a lot of time in front of mirrors putting on brown eyeliner

you don't love things just because they're beautifully designed; you appreciate them and go home.

Women fell in love with Mary. They thought of her as unattainably beautiful and adopted as many of her mannerisms as they could. It didn't matter to them that she lacked that element, raw and beckoning, that trailed like a vapor after Gabrielle. There was an exotic, ladylike essence in Mary that stunned women who understood just what utter waxlike, blossom perfection she was.

Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.

The two girls grew up at the edge of the ocean and knew it was paradise, and better than Eden, which was only a garden.

There is just so much excess in terms of the market for self-remodeling. I think most women are perfectly gorgeous and beautiful the way they are

I realized that the hair is there for a reason – it's the leaf around the flower, the lawn around the house. You have to love the hair in order to love the vagina. You can't pick the parts you want.

Do you say that tree isn't pretty cause it doesn't look like that tree? We're all trees. You're a tree. I'm a tree. You've got to love your body, Eve. You've got to live your tree. Love your tree. (Leah)

Be a girl nobody dare to touch. Just like the roses. Its a beauty everybody treasure but no one dares too get close unless those with determination and sincerity.

In our society, the pursuit of thinness (whether for health or physique)—has become the battle cry of seemingly every American.

All things are perceived in the light of charity, and hence under the aspect of beauty for beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.

We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike.

For a lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us everyday

As the beautiful does not exist for the artist and poet alone—though these can find in it more poignant depths of meaning than other men—so the world of Reality exists for all; and all may participate in it, unite with it, according to their measure and to the strength and purity of their desire.

instead of those broad blind alleys which philosophy showed us, a certain type of mind has always discerned three strait and narrow ways going out towards the Absolute. In religion, in pain, and in beauty-

More complete in their grasp of experience than the votaries of intellect or of sense, they accept as central for life those spiritual messages which are mediated by religion, by beauty, and by pain.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy", says Blake, who possessed in an eminent degree this form of sacramental perception, "is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the Way.

That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty.

The proud depend upon the world to tell them whether they have value or not. Their self–esteem is determined by where they are judged to be on the ladders of worldly success. They feel worthwhile as individuals if the numbers beneath them in achievement, talent, beauty, or intellect are large enough. Pride is ugly.