Quotes About Beauty

Su padre había intentado advertírselo. Si vendes tu alma al diablo, sólo será cuestión de tiempo que venga a buscarla. Pero su padre no le advirtió que el demonio podía ser tan hermoso que ella sentiría la tentación de entregarle el alma sin dar la pelea.

As he shook off his servant's grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face. Samantha gasped. A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended down his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the skin around it taut. It had once been an angel's face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphim.

The decisions that we write off as momentary, insignificant, incidental, everyday encounters are exactly when we have a chance to define ourselves. To find beauty. To engage the world around us. To create memories.

I dream that someone will love me as a person so wholly that it won't matter whether I have gray pubic hair or sagging breast.

Sometimes the father almost sees looking at the son, how handsome he'd be if half his own face was made of the woman he loved

Why youth seems to be my only requisite for beauty now is beyond me.

We — you and I — are fearfully and wonderfully made. His works are wonderful (Psalm 139:1 – 5, 13 – 14).

She has her gown nicely in place tonight, doesn't she? Black velvet and sparkles, not a thread left hanging. Clever girl, this city. Even the sky is her friend.

Love is a beautiful fear.

Qué hay de tu secuestro? —preguntó Menion mientras se vestía, mirando la esbelta silueta de la muchacha al otro lado de la habitación—. ¿Tienes idea de por qué querrían secuestrarte los norteños, prescindiendo de tu belleza? Sonrió con picardía. Aunque no podía ver su rostro, estaba seguro de que se habría ruborizado. Ella permaneció en silencio durante un rato antes de hablar.

Evil may be 'unscientific' but so is a song or a smile.

The work of art had nothing as vulgar as a social purpose.

She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, but it wasn't only the way she looked, it was what was inside her, everything from her intelligence and courage to her wit, and the special smile she gave only to him. He would slay a dragon, if there were such a thing, just to see that smile. He knew he would never want anyone else for as long as he lived. He would rather spend the rest of his life alone than with someone else. There could be no one else.

Never let a beautiful woman pick your path for you when there is a man in her line of sight

Your loveliness is not a mask, layered over a rotten core. It blossoms from the beauty inside.

He had sometimes looked into her eyes and whispered to himself how bewitching she was, as if she weren't there hearing him, as if he were all alone looking upon some exceptional specimen rather than his wife.

Maybe I would like to see beauty again before I die." "Bah. What would you carve? What would you see before you die? What could be worth your life?" "Man's nobility—the most sublime form of beauty.

Ein Moment unfassbarer Gewalt - ebenso unverfälscht schön und köstlich wie grausam.

The host on the TV was fawning over an actress who thought she was brilliant because she happened to have been born beautiful and read lines written by other people. It amazed Alex what qualified a person for being worthy of adulation.

Everything was white around the childlike beauty of her face. "I'm so sorry, Denna," he whispered. "You will remember me?" "I will have nightmares the rest of my life." Her smile widened. "I'm glad." She seemed genuinely proud.

Now, I've been known to be attractive on special occasions, and I do my best to project as much beauty as I can muster from deep inside, though I often fail.

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers... this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.

The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close. And she held her sword, and she smiled like a knife.