Quotes About Beauty

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides.

The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.

Come on! What's so precious about a monster?

Come on! What's so precious about a monster?" - Tomie, "Basement

Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.

She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.

Crying all the time had made her more beautiful. Grief will do that sometimes. Not for me. Loretta had left months ago and I still looked like hell.

The capitan...one of those tall, arrogant, acerbically handsome niggers that most of the planet feels inferior to. Also one of those very bad men that not even postmodernism can explain away.

But that was before she'd gotten that chest, before that slash of black hair had gone from something to pull on the bus to something to stroke in the dark.

She is an exceptionally beautiful girl. You think of that old saying Show me a beautiful girl and I'll show you someone who is tired of fucking her.

The next day at breakfast he asked his mother: Am I ugly? She sighed. Well, hijo, you certainly don't take after me. Dominican parents! You got to love them!

YOU, YUNIOR, HAVE A GIRLFRIEND named Alma, who has a long tender horse neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you.

She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.

She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass—when you least expect it she cuts you.

But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls,' he wrote back, 'This is my home.

He made her feel guapa and wanted and safe, and no one had ever done that for her. No one. On their nights together he would pass his hand over her naked body, Narcissus strokeing that pool of his, murmuring, Guapa, guapa, over and over again. (He didn't care about the burn scars on her back: It looks like a painting of a ciclón and that's what you are, mi negrita, una tormenta en la madrugada.)

So this is what everybody's always talking about! Diablo! If only I'd known. The beauty! The beauty!

eres guapa!

I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.

I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

You, Yunior, have a girlfriend named Alma, who has a long tender neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you.