Quotes About Beauty

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms

If you are one of earth's inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man's destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

Goddess, ...do not be angry with me about this. I am quite aware that my wife Penelope is nothing like so tall or so beautiful as yourself. She is only a woman, whereas you are an immortal. Nevertheless, I want to get home, and can think of nothing else.

The gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

güneÅŸin, y?ld?zl? göÄŸün alt?nda, yeryüzünde nice kentler var, bunlar içinde ben kutsal Ä°lyon'u severim Priamos'u Priamos'un iyi karg? atan halk?n?

He was the loveliest born of the race of mortals, and therefore the gods caught him away to themselves, to be Zeus' wine-pourer, for the sake of his beauty, so he might be among the immortals.

and said to him: 'Eumaios, this is amazing, this dog that lies on the dunghill. The shape of him is splendid, and yet I cannot be certain whether he had the running speed to go with this beauty, or is just one of the kind of table dog that gentlemen 310 keep, and it is only for show that their masters care for them.

and now she appeared a woman, beautiful, tall and skilled at

If you only knew in your own heart how many hardships you were fated to undergo before getting back to your own country, you would stay here with me and be the lord of this household and be an immortal, for all your longing once more to look on that wife for whom you are pining all your days here. And yet I think I can claim that I am not her inferior either in build or stature, since it is not likely that mortal women can challenge the goddesses for build and beauty. - Calypso

Afrodita, amante de la risa

Then thus the blue-eyed maid: O full of days!

The child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared.

Death can find nothing to expose in him that is not beautiful.

A maid, unmatch'd in manners as in face,Skill'd in each art, and crown'd with ev'ry grace:

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again

Quando surgiu a que cedo desponta, Aurora de róseos dedos

Elbette ki tanr?lar her insana ba???lamazlar iyi bir beden, ak?l ya da topluluk önünde konuÅŸma yeteneÄŸi Kiminin yüz güzelliÄŸi diÄŸerlerinden aÅŸa??d?r ama tanr? onun varl???n? tatl? dille taçland?rm??t?r

Good preservation is a life preserver thrown to us in a shipwreck. Good preservation keeps us in touch with the graces of this life. It's bricks and mortar, yes. It's arguments about true colors and authenticity and representation. But true preservation is like the hand that shelters a fire from the wind. It protects the spark of life. -- Howard Mansfield, The Same Ax, Twice

Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.

Politics is pointless if it does nothing to enhance the beauty of our lives.

A writer in early 1930, boosting the beauty business, started off a magazine article with the sentence: The average American woman has sixteen square feet of skin.

An Ashinabe spring poem translated by Gerald Vizenor: as my eyes look across the prairie i feel the summer in the spring

Speaking of California, the Illinois State Register asked: Shall this garden of beauty be suffered to lie dormant in its wild and useless luxuriance? . . . myriads of enterprising Americans would flock to its rich and inviting prairies; the hum of Anglo-American industry would be heard in its valleys; cities would rise upon its plains and sea-coast, and the resources and wealth of the nation increased in an incalculable degree.

It certainly was a most beautiful insect. It was pale blue underneath; but its back was glossy black with huge red spots on it.