Quotes About Beauty

Great literature rattles the mind and makes the body sing. It's an unmistakable, electric feeling, and too rare. That is what I want.

I definitely don't do stomach, because nobody wants to see that.

Modesty is the richest ornament of a woman ... the want of it is her greatest deformity.

I love Italy so much, I want to change it in order to make sure it can be all that it can.

I tried Botox, but I don't want to be hooked on that stuff.

I don't mind being slightly fat-ish, I just don't want to be fat.

I've got about three minutes to get ready in the morning before dropping my kids at school and going to the office. But even with limited time, I still want to look natural and pretty.

Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.

The world is a very complex and interesting place and that is what I really want my fiction to say: wake up to how amazing the world is.

I want you to know you're in my heart... growing into a beautiful garden.

While you're pregnant you're made to feel not beautiful or sexually viable. You're either sexy, or you're a mother. I didn't want to have to choose, so I challenged that.

I obviously don't feel under pressure to look young, because I have had no Botox or surgery. I don't judge people who choose to have it, but I don't want to erase who I am.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

The poet wants justice. And the poet wants art. In poetry we can't have one without the other.

Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.

Curiously enough, the Sublime is generally achieved through want of proportion.

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

You could use a flower, a candle flame, anything you want that's suggestive of beauty and eternality.

And so, yet again, we crush the blossom in our hand, lift our gaze from the tumbling petals, and ask the world, 'Where, then, is this beauty you promised?

There were no ugly gods. Their first expression of power was in the reshaping of their selves, into forms lovely to behold.

We destroy to create. But we deny the value of everything we destroy, which serves to make its destruction easier on our consciences. All that we reshape to suit us is diminished, its original beauty for ever lost. We have no value system that does not beggar the world, that does not slaughter the beasts we share it with—as if we are the gods.

The art of illusion is grace itself.

The beauty of prophecies is that they are so conveniently open to countless reinterpretations, as the demand presents itself.

Piensa en cosas bonitas. La carne se marchita.