Quotes About Beauty

ils faisaient des ombres avec des couleurs claires (they made shadows with bright colours)

Paris Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is loath to surrender itself to people who are in a hurry; it belongs to the dreamers.…

The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.

What an incomparable creature is the sea! ("Absolute Evil")

art's specific and distinctive claim rests on something beyond its immediate potency and that a richer understanding of it involves a sensitivity to its formal properties that goes beyond its immediate emotional effect. A

Beauty, you can find it here if you look hard enough.

Recuerdo que lo feo es lo que hace que lo bonito sea bonito.

Es bonita la cicatriz —le dice el chico. El corazón le da un vuelco y se lleva la cabeza de muñeca al pecho. —¿Bonita? Es una cicatriz. —Es una señal de haber sobrevivido.

How extraordinary it is when all the puzzle pieces finally come together and we are able to see the whole picture…and behold something beautiful.

From that day forward, I saw more beauty in the world than I had ever seen before. I cherished every moment, found joy in the tiniest pleasures, for I understood this amazing gift called life.

In this remarkable, complex world of ours, there are certain people who appear to lead charmed lives. They are blessed with natural beauty, have successful and fulfilling careers. They drive expensive cars, live in upscale neighborhoods, and are happily married to gorgeous and brilliant spouses.

A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It seemed so fragile, resting there, and such a silence filled the air, the beauty of the moment caused me pain. "What more?" I thought. "There must be more." As if in answer then, I saw one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall. It trembled, then cascaded down to earth just staining gentle brown and, since then, I've felt different. That's all.

Mandy tidied the weeds and pulled out some of the summer flowers. It saddened her to do so. She was parting with beloved friends.

Everyone needed a reminder to simply look at things and enjoy them, without labeling them.

We all have foibles, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the beholder oftentimes gets it wrong.

Youth, health, wealth and beauty are meant to be fuel, to be burned in pursuit of pleasure, and not fruit to be pickled in anticipation of some future famine.

It has been said ... that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not -- it's a visa, and it runs out fast.

I don't really care what people tell children - when you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, one more fib won't hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion, posited in some touchy-feely quarters, that all women are, or can be, beautiful.

What sort of sap doesn't know by now that picture-perfect beauty is all done with smoke and mirrors anyway?

There's something brave and touching about game girls of all ages keeping themselves smart in hard times - one thinks of those wonderful women during World War II drawing stocking seams in eyebrow pencil up the back of legs stained with gravy browning because nylons were so hard to get hold of.

These women whose antics we smirk at good-naturedly in the pap-traps put themselves out there at least partly on their beauty they are in showbiz, and showing what they've got is part of their business as much as it is for male show-ponies from the Chippendales to George Clooney.

Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women, it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.

Surely being a Professional Beauty - let alone an ageing one - is one of the most insecure and doomed careers imaginable.

The truth of the matter is, beauty is a specific thing, rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens, 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.