Quotes About Beauty

You were created to perceive the beauty of creation and to live your life in love. But if you cannot find the love inside you, the whole world can love you, and it will not make a difference in you.

Ah, professor, if only you had discovered a way of rejuvenating hair!" Chapter 2

She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes.

Sweetly, albeit hoarsely and with a burr, the girl started singing something scarcely comprehensible, but, judging by the women's faces in the stalls, very seductive: Guerlain, Chanel no 5, Mitsuko, Narcissus noir, evening dresses, cocktail dresses..

snow, the Dnieper Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there's no more beautiful city in the world than Kiev.

Pannica, grasejuj?c, od?piewa?a s?odko, aczkolwiek z chrypk? w g?osie, co? niezupe?nie zrozumia?ego, ale s?dz?c po twarzach kobiet na widowni, musia?o to by? co? nader n?c?cego: -Guerlain, Mitsuko, Narcisse Noir, Chanel numer pi??, suknie wieczorowe, suknie koktajlowe...

Messer – odparÅ' Azazello – spieszÄ™ donie??, ?e mamy dwoje obcych: jakÄ…Å› piÄ™knÄ… dziewczynÄ™, która zanudza bÅ'aganiami, ?eby jÄ… pozostawiono przy jej pani, a wraz z niÄ…, przepraszam za wyra?enie, przybyÅ' jej wieprz.

People walked past Margarita Nokilaevna. Some man gave the well-dressed woman a sidelong glace, attracted by her beauty and her solitude. He coughed and sat down at the end of the same bench that Margarita Nikolaevana was sitting on. Plucking up his courage, he began: 'Definitely nice weather today. . .' But Margarita gave him such a dark look that he got up and left.

The coal-black gloom of the darkest night had descended on the terraces of the most beautiful spot on earth, St Vladimir's Hill, whose brick-paved paths and avenues were hidden beneath a thick layer of virgin snow.

The night flowed on. During its second half the whole arc of the sky, the curtain that God had drawn across the world, was covered with stars.

The snow would just melt, the green Ukrainian grass would grow again and weave its carpet over the earth . . . The gorgeous sunrises would come again . . . The air would shimmer with heat above the fields and no more traces of blood would remain. Blood is cheap on those red fields and no one would redeem it.

There is no feminine gaze that I would not forget at the sight of mountains covered with curly vegetation, and illumined by the southern sun, at the sight of the blue sky, or at the sound of a torrent that falls from crag to crag.

In Russia a straight nose is rarer than a small foot.

On a Bare Hill's Top... On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold, A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, In lands where the sun enters skies, Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather, A beautiful palm-tree abides.

Many rare beauties live under our skies, And bright shine the stars in the dark of their eyes. Their love is as sweet as a pleasure can be- But a youth ever longs for a life that is free. Money will buy any number of wives, But a fiery horse is beyond any price. Fast as the wind he will bear you away, Never deceive you, and never betray.

A stranger, mute, through mists that curled, in beauty clad not of this world, came to her, leaned above her pillow; and in his glance was such a billow, of love and grief, that you'd infer all his compassion was for her.

Ah! Nature is so fair a thing, Clad with the Sunshine and the Spring!

Kitsch is the inability to admit that shit exists

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

A mismatched outfit, a slightly defective denture, an exquisite mediocrity of the soul-those are the details that make a woman real, alive. The women you see on posters or in fashion magazines-the ones all the women try to imitate nowadays-how can they be attractive? They have no reality of their own; they're just the sum of a set of abstract rules. They aren't born of human bodies; they hatch ready-made from the computers. ~The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.

Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass!

it is wrong to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences... but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life a dimension of beauty.

How goodness heightens beauty!