Quotes About Beauty

Well, that's the problem with paradise. Nothing attracts a serpent quite like it. 

A WEED IS just a flower growing in the wrong place.

When I had got dressed that morning I had felt beautiful and ready to take on the world. Now I felt like the little girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that blew up like a blueberry and rolled off. The more they all stared at me, the more my confidence crumbled.

Dem Meer wohnt ein Zauber inne. Menschen fühlten sich unwiderstehlich zu ihm hingezogen, wollten am Meer leben, im Meer schwimmen, spielen, es anschauen.

the garbage cans and mailboxes on the sidewalk would stay the same, but the people would be just a beautiful blur of motion.

Except that Blair wasn't nearly as fat as Judy Garland. She was a size two!

Seu cabelo é da cor do ouro. Pense como será maravilhoso quando você me cativar! O trigo, que também é dourado, me fará pensar de novo em você. E eu amarei ouvir o vento no trigal.

Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to rose pink, saffron yellow to delicate primrose, pale green, aquamarine to darkest indigo. Great veils of color swathed the heavens, rising and falling as light seen through cascading curtains of water. Streamers shot out in great shifting beams as if God had put his thumb across the sun.

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

Every artist is a man who has freed himself from his family, his nation, his race. Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

I do not know what evil is when it comes to art. I only know what is good art and what is bad art.

every great artist is a man who has freed himself from his family, his nation, his race. Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a "universal" without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

Gershon had never seen him so transformed, so possessed of open radiance, so easily moved by all around him, so hungry, so eager. The city was a woman, and he embraced it with all the tender and gentle adoration one brings to a first love.

An artist needs a broken world in order to have pieces to shape into art. . . . Comfort is death to art.

Oh, if I could paint this, I thought. Ribbono Shel Olom, if I could paint this world, this clean world of rain and patterns on glass, and trees on my street, and people beneath the trees. I would even paint and draw pain and suffering if I could paint and draw the other, too. I would paint the rain as tears and I would paint the rain as waters of purification. What do they want from me? Ribbono Shel Olom, it's Your gift. Why don't You show them it's Your gift?

indelible, our last clues to a beautiful woman

you could only guess whether things were waxing or waning in this existence, and that the best we could ever do was commemorate any beauty.

la belleza es la bendición más precaria y que, pese a que siempre parece atraer la gloria y la alabanza, quienes la poseen suelen concitar la mezquindad y la malevolencia.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me. -Eric

Pam: Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?

Are you a prude?' He seemed genuinely curious. 'No!' But after a second, I said, 'But may be compared to you, yes! I like my privacy. I get to decide who sees me naked. Do you get my point?' 'Yes. Objectively speaking, you have beautiful points.' I thought the top of my head would pop off... (Sookie Stackhouse & Claude, Dead in the Family)

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. You are beautiful. No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.