Quotes About Beauty

Nadie se divorcia impunemente de la belleza.

Nuestra luz es la de la cordillera en cualquier parte; gloriosa y algo punzante a fuerza de absoluta. Gracias a ella me parece como si hubiera tenido dos veces cada cosa que tuve allá: dos veces cada cerro, dos veces mi patio, dos veces también mi madre.

E la mia forza supina si stampa nell'arena, diffondesi nel mare; e il fiume è la mia vena, il monte è la mia fronte, la selva è la mia pube, la nube è il mio sudore. E io sono nel fiore della stiancia, nella scaglia della pina, nella bacca del ginepro: io sono nel fuco, nella paglia marina, in ogni cosa esigua, in ogni cosa immane, nella sabbia contigua, nelle vette lontane. Ardo, riluco. E non ho più nome.

The sun is gone; but the Day—still bending over the mountains, loosens a last flower from her plait. And the sky seems now a higher and holier thing.

Il loro amore cresceva col fieno, e il fieno s'alzava, s'alzava, ondoso

C'est si petit, si laid et si plein d'enfants chez nous.

Hollywood needs to recognise all shades of African American beauty.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

How I will miss the horses.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

It's a well-known fact that hate shows up on your face once you're forty.

She was pretty and smart, which makes her death a tragedy. She was poor and black, which means people say they saw it coming.

You are not a beautiful girl, and even if you were, you know that is not related to how much sex a person has. Plenty of ugly people have sex. Plenty of ordinary people have sex. Plenty of beautiful people spend their nights alone.

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks. Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve.

What a world. People once made glass sculptures of decay, and they put these sculptures in museums. How strange and beautiful human beings are. And how fragile.

How strange and beautiful human beings are. And how fragile.

What a world, Sadie thought. People once made glass sculptures of decay, and they put these sculptures in museums. How strange and beautiful human beings are. And how fragile.

He was tanned and buttery, like a quality handbag; his hair had the color and rigidity of onyx; his teeth were enormous white rectangles. He gave the impression of being handsome without actually being handsome.

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He was twelve, on the verge of being more man than boy. Every day, Sam became more of a mystery to Anna, even his smells, once so familiar, were a mystery, and there was a feeling of mourning to this. Yet, still Sam knew with certainty that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

It was only when he was alone and he couldn't participate in the business of living that he tended to notice how lovely being alive was.

The world had always looked painfully beautiful to him when he was sick. It was only when he was alone and he couldn't participate in the business of living that he tended to notice how lovely being alive was.

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks.

Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve. Urban renewal projects were accomplished so frantically it seemed like time-lapse photography.