Quotes About Beauty

O love's a simple word to sayWith nature aiding and abetting

When I read Andrew Motion's biography, I wept. It's something about the purity of the story and how fresh it was because of the love letters Keats wrote.

I love a little bit of glamour and I love tall girls.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

I really fell in love with Africa.

This Dewdrop World is a beautiful, courageous, intimate film about love and loss. It may also be the deepest meditation on climate change that I've ever seen.

I love the Victoria's Secret Angels. They're sort of my gorgeous glamour heroes.

I choose Hosea. Oh, there's no book of the Bible which more beautifully and more painfully demonstrates how very much God loves us.

I love Botox, I absolutely love it. I get it minimally so I can still move my face. But I really do think it's a savior.

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.

Transformation comes in a lot of different forms, but going natural really helped me love myself.

Only your mother could find you attractive, and only your mother could love you.

What I love about jewelry is you can change it for something else without surgery.

There's something fundamental to the harp that has retained its appeal my whole life. It's an instrument I am just in love with.

I love looking at sculpture, but there's some sort of spell that's broken with it.

When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge; love simple ones as you would the native roses on your cheek.

He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli's eyes. And what he saw was...himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love." (Let the Right One In)

I don't own a Kindle, no. I love books, they are beautiful objects.

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

I want to paint big, bright, optimistic pictures of the place I love.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

As the visit of one we love makes the whole day pleasant, so is it illumined and made fair by a brave and beautiful thought.