Quotes About Beauty

Because fear is ugly and joy is beautiful, simple as that? Maybe so. Nothing so pretty as vanished fear.

Jos oda buvo lygi, ?degusi - riešutmedžio spalvos, ir nesimat? jokios raukšlel?s, nieko, iš ko gal?tum nusp?ti, kas ji tokia; ji buvo tokia jauna, kad dar nesp?jo sukurti savo veido.

La oruga llama fin del mundo a lo que el resto del mundo llama mariposa.

Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!

Richard Brautigan

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

The two evening stars were now shining side by side. The smaller one had moved over to the big one. They were very close now, almost touching, and then they went together and become one very large star. I don't know if things like that are fair or not.

because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.

She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.

She had a beautiful laugh which was like rain water pouring over daffodils made from silver.

USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.

Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.

The girl was very pretty and her body was like a clear mountain river of skin and muscle flowing over rocks of bone and hidden nerves.

Deer Tracks: Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That's all.

Vida was sound asleep when I went back to my room. I turned on the light and it woke her up. She was blinking and her face had that soft marble quality to it that beautiful women have when they are suddenly awakened and are not quite ready for it yet. What's happening? she said. It's another book, she replied, answering her own question. Yes, I said. What's it about? she said automatically like a gentle human phonograph. It's about growing flowers in hotel rooms.

The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.

One could think of seagulls. It's really a very simple thing to do… seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.

Once, while cleaning the trout before I went home in the almost night, I had a vision of going over to the poor graveyard and gathering up grass and fruit jars and tin cans and markers and wilted flowers and bugs and weeds and clods and going home and putting a hook in the vise and tying a fly with all that stuff and then going outside and casting it up into the sky, watching it float over clouds and then into the evening star. (from Trout Fishing on the Bevel, page 21)

He looked very carefully at her fingers as if he had never seen fingers before. He was enchanted by them and thought that they were beautiful. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to hold her hand forever.

Bir günün olaÄŸanüstü olabilmesi için bir ÅŸeftalinin yettiÄŸi bir geçmiÅŸ zamanda bir yaz günü, s?ran?n sonunun gelmesini sab?rla bekleyen ve ÅŸeftalilerle dolu poÅŸetler ta??yan bir geyik sürüsüyle birlikte bir ren geyiÄŸi istasyonuna doÄŸru yol alan bir trendeydim sanki.

The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.

She was a perfect freeway Mona Lisa.

The fact that we can't see the beauty in something doesn't suggest that it's not there. Rather, it suggests that we are not looking carefully enough or with a broad enough perspective to see it.

Love your plant whether it blooms or not, whether it lives or dies.