Quotes About Beauty

Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat.

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

También la larva conoce la dignidad de la transformación, de sus blandos tejidos puede salir el inesperado esplendor de una mariposa.

L'uomo ha bisogno della bellezza. Senza questa apertura, ciò che si spalanca davanti a noi è solo il mondo dell'homo hominis lupus, della barbarie. E la parola - la parola fondata, la parola fondante - è una delle forme in cui si manifesta la bellezza, il legame inquietantemente profondo che lega l'essere humano alla sua fragilità.

It takes faith to find personal significance in your relationship with God rather than how much money you earn, how beautiful you look, how many toys you own, how many trophies you collect, or how much territory you conquer and control.

Hummingbirds are less flesh than fairies. They are little more than bubbles fringed with iridescent feathers—air wrapped in light.

Gardens are a form of autobiography.

Do not try to push your way through to the front ranks of your profession; do not run after distinctions and rewards; but do your utmost to find an entry into the world of beauty.

beside a waterfall in the unspeakably beautiful gardens of the Hall of Justice, where God and I, eternally connected, are alone together in the peace that only comes from the most exquisite unconditional love

He wants me back. The closing punctuation of obviously hung in the air. The confidence in her! Anne would always have it: the certainty that there would be a trail of people following her, wanting her love and her beauty. Flannery saw that confidence, and through the polluted air now between them it no longer charmed her. Not tonight it didn't. Flannery was not inclined to be one of that number.

Who do you think monsters marry, you stupid bitch?" I walked back to her. "Pretty little breakable girls? Or other monsters?" I pushed up into her face. "You got the fairy tale right. But Gideon's the beauty. I'm the beast.

You look beautiful and fuckable

He was impossibly gorgeous. I had trouble taking it in at times

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

Pride swelled my chest. Uncovered by the lack of makeup, the dusting of freckles on her nose made her adorable. Her body told you she was a dream to fuck, the confidence in her posture told you she'd take no shit from anyone, and the mischievous amusement in her eyes told you there would never be a dull moment.

He wasn't just beautiful; he was… enthralling. He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.

Eva: You like 'em tall and skinny Gideon: Last I checked, the wife I can't resist was petite and voluptuous. Spectacularly so

I pushed up into her face. "You got the fairy tale right. But Gideon's the beauty. I'm the beast.

Qué clase de hombre se rodea de las cosas bellas de la vida y no se detiene ni un segundo a contemplarlas?

I've always seen white picket fences in your eyes when you look at me. I was positive I wasn't that guy. I was wrong. One of these days, when you're ready, I'll give that dream to you. And you're going to give me a gorgeous little girl or two with your dark curly hair and smiles that slay me.

He was young, gorgeous, a Ruthledge, and just enough ruthlessness to put him on the right side of edgy.

How's your mom?" "Well . . . she's Mom. Beautiful, charming, and obsessive-compulsive.

What I discovered was that Jean-François Giroux was a really good-looking guy. Hot, actually. Not as hot as Gideon, but then who was? Gideon was in a league by himself, but Jean-François was a head-turner in his own right, with dark wavy hair and eyes the color of pale jade. He was tan and had a goatee, which really worked for him. He and Corinne made a stunning couple.

I look at the centerfold spread over the top of my toilet's water tank. She's got dark hair and blue eyes, and her legs are long. They always look like that, the women in the pictures Hugh brings.