Quotes About Beauty

He's so beautiful," she said wistfully. "He's like an angel." "Yep," I agreed flatly. "The one that fell.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

It's funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

Resonably neat and clean?" Adrienne said incredulously. "that man is flawless from head to toe! He makes David and the Greek gods and Pan seem all out of proportion. He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody should cork it! He's -accck! Bah!" Adrienne spluttered and stuttered as she belatedly realised her words. Lydia was laughing so hard tears misted her eyes.

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

You're ashamed of me. Because I'm fat. That's why you don't want them to see me." She slit her eyes open just barely, lids heavy. "I'm not ashamed of you. And you're not fat." "Look at my belly," he said tearfully, clutching it with both paws and jiggling. She smiled. "I like your belly. I think it's a perfectly wonderful belly, all soft and round.

It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.

Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.

The corners of his mouth twitched then he gave up the ghost and just flashed me one of those rare, full-on smiles that always made me catch my breath and stare. He's so damn beautiful and his smiles are sunshine in a black velvet sky, improbable and stunning.

You're not pretty. Goddamn it, Dani. You're beautiful.

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.

Life-giving, life-stealing, beautiful, a challenge to handle, worth learning to ride, full of fresh wonders every day—if he'd had a woman like the ocean in his bed, he'd still be there.

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond Ã¢â'¬Â¦

He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood.

Barrons gets my beast, thinks she's beautiful.

Napfény a király jegére. Fagyosság a nÅ' tüzére. Azt kívántam, legyen övék az örökkévalóság. A tietek is, szép lány. És az Unseelie király elment.

Flattered as I am that you count me among the beautiful people, Barrons, allow me to point out that I'm still alive. I encountered the Gray Man and I'm still here, just as pretty as always, dickhead.

There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.

It's funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

Pretty, pink Barbie fucks hard and raw like an animal. Her head is thrown back, spine arched, she's oblivious to rules, to moral order, to all but inner imperatives. And I wonder: could she live like she fucks?

You might not think it sounds like much of a disguise, but I know a thing or two about people. The world notices pretty, well-dressed young women. And it tries real hard not to see the unattractive, sloppy ones. If you're bad enough, you get the thousand-yard stare that slides right off you.