Quotes About Beauty

Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world's highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.

Don't forget the ash because you see a little silk.

He was protecting. He was saving. Yet he was killing. How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?

It is beautiful because it could have been. It should have been.

He needed more than vague explanations and abstract ideas—but those were the very soul of art. If you could explain something perfectly, then you'd never need art. That was the difference between a table and a beautiful woodcutting. You could explain the table: its purpose, its shape, its nature. The woodcutting you simply had to experience.

To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way.

I'm from southern Arelon, Princess," Ahan said, reaching for some more clams. "To us, round is beautiful. Not everyone wants their women to look like starving schoolboys.

Men often described the girl as having hair the color of wheat. Others called it the color of caramel, or occasionally the color of honey. The girl wondered why men so often used food to describe women's features. There was a hunger to such men that was best avoided.

A prisoner could be convinced that they lived in a paradise, if the prison was pretty enough.

Whenever one does discover a moment of joy, beauty enters the world. Human beings, we can't create energy; we can only harness it. We can't create matter; we can only shape it. We can't even create life; we can only nurture it.

They didn't speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced belong the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring? Why was the most colorful part of people's bodies—the brightness of their blood—hidden beneath the skin, never to be seen unless something went wrong?

True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation.

Poems don't deserve numbers

I decided that I'd see her dream fulfilled. I'd make a world where flowers returned, a world with green plants, a world where no soot fell from the sky….

He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece. True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety. In this book, Gaotona found a rare work to rival that of the greatest painters, sculptors, and poets of any era. It was the greatest work of art he had ever witnessed. Gaotona

She was absolutely beautiful. She had long blonde hair, kind of the shade of a bowl of mac and cheese. She was smiling a wide, genuine smile—which was rather the shape of a macaroni and cheese noodle. She seemed to radiate light, much like a bowl of mac and cheese might if you stuffed a lightbulb into it. Her skin was soft and squishy, like— Okay. Maybe I'm too hungry to be writing right now.

Women are like…thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to—but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

Make me pretty so they'll be extra disturbed if my face ever unravels. And give me voluptuous curves, because they remind me of a graphed cosine. And also because boobs look fun.

Above silence, the illuminating storms—dying storms—illuminate the silence above.

Jasnah was different. She gave Shallan a topic and the freedom to pursue it as she wished. Jasnah offered encouragement and speculation, but nearly all of their conversations turned to topics like the true nature of scholarship, the purpose of studying, the beauty of knowledge and its application.

Allomancy wasn't just about fighting and killing. It was about skill and grace. It was something beautiful.

I don't think I'd ever realized, until that moment, that a person could be beautiful and ugly at the same time. When you're a teenage boy, you want the beautiful people to be truly beautiful. It's hard to see otherwise, stupid as it sounds. I guess I owe her for that." "It's a lesson a lot of people never learn, Adolin.

But even a ninety-year-old blind priest would stop and stare at this woman. If