Quotes About Beauty

They were no more than conscious that she spoke to them. They had seen a thing that was unearthly. They were in a trance from the strong spell of its beauty. •11•

Above the dunes of Pawleys Island a choir of sea oats bent westward, tickling the sunset and waving g'night.

As if it were a guest of honor bowing out prematurely, the sun sank wide-eyed and mischievous, to where staring was permissible and admiration was the only option, a pastel departure as wondrous and unique as fingerprint.

Stuff your eyes with wonder . . . live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

a thin coating of fur on her face and she was smiling around small, unfinished fangs. She was flanked

Lucille Ball]'s such a TV icon it's hard for some to separate the two Lucys—the gorgeous, snappy actress of film and the wacky, slapstick queen of television. On TV she was a middle-aged housewife, on film she was a dazzling beauty. The difficulty with her movie career wasn't that she was bad or not up to the roles. Quite the contrary: They were rarely up to her.

También es cierto que se dejó encandilar, como tantos otros, por la engañosa armonía de la derrota, por el encanto y el olor de esas flores que se marchitan hermosas en la imaginación pero que se pudren siniestras en las manos

But how did you become devoted to the King who had done all this?' Sudarshana asks. When did this change of feeling take place? 'I couldn't tell you', comes the reply: I don't know myself. A day came when all the rebel in me knew itself beaten, and then my whole nature bowed down in humble resignation in the dust. And then I saw … I saw that he was as incomparable in beauty as he was in terror. I was saved, I was rescued.

In his powerful essay 2 Contents, 2 Realities, Francis Schaeffer proposes four things that should mark a gospel-created church: sound doctrine, honest answers to honest questions, true spirituality, and the beauty of human relationships.

But it can be extremely painful to learn the fear of the Lord. It is death to our narcissistic egos and self-assured opinions and superior neutrality. But we do not change for the better by turning inward. We change as we turn outward and upward to the Lord with an awakened sense of his sheer reality, his moral beauty, his eternal grandeur, infinitely above us but relevant to us.

But if we humbly bend to the sorrows and buffetings of this life, trusting God, we will be surprised to discover beauty where God has hidden it—not in our fantasies but in his realities. God's

A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.

From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.

Before the lilacs are over and they are only shrunken stalks at the ends of drooping branches, I want to write a poem about them and their beauty brief and star-shining as a young girl's promise. Because there is so much made of strength and wealth and power, because the little things are lost in this world, I write a poem about lilacs knowing that both are this day's only: tomorrow they will lie forgotten.

This book is dedicated to every woman who has ever felt self-conscious about her size. Outer beauty comes in all sizes, shapes, heights, ages, and colors. And inner beauty will always shine through, no matter what the packaging.

The universe seems wondrous to me, with or without God. It has powerful lines and uncompromising ways. Patience and time sit like sages on the planets, strong and impersonal. There is a stark beauty to all of this.

With all the blue ethereal sky,

Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets

I am beautiful for a brainy woman, brainy for a beautiful woman, but objectively speaking, neither beautiful nor brainy.

Beauty was a curse to be borne, not a blessing.

I once laughed at the vanity of women of thirty or forty who whitened their ruddy old skin with lead, but now I know such salves are not disguises for old crones who wish to catch a young husband. Instead they are only a mask we wear so that we can, for a little while, still recognize ourselves.

I use Palmer's Cocoa Butter on my body most days.

I love the Kopari Lip Glossy. I always have three of those. Every time I see them, I buy another one because I never want to run out.

Going blonde is like buying yourself a light bulb!