Quotes About Beauty

In heaven she will probably sit between the Heloises and the Cleopatras.

She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen and among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each yearly encounter with such a cold relation?

Music drew an angel down, said the poet: but what is that to drawing down worlds!

A young woman's face will turn the north wind, Master Richard: my heart if 'twon't

Proud Songsters The thrushes sing as the sun is going, And the finches whistle in ones and pairs, And as it gets dark loud nightingales In bushes Pipe, as they can when April wears, As if all Time were theirs. These are brand-new birds of twelve-months' growing, Which a year ago, or less than twain, No finches were, nor nightingales, Nor thrushes, But only particles of grain, And earth, and air, and rain.

While they sipped Sue went to the window and thoughtfully said, It is such a beautiful sunset, Richard. They are mostly beautiful from here, owing to the rays crossing the mist of the vale. But I lose them all, as they don't shine into this gloomy corner where I lie. Wouldn't you like to see this particular one? It is like heaven opened. Ah yes! But I can't.

On the contrary, you speak so beautifully that I could listen all day.' The astronomer threw a searching glance upon her for a moment; but there was no satire in the warm soft eyes which met his own with a luxurious contemplative interest. 'Say more of it to me,' she continued, in a voice not far removed from coaxing.

Let me look right into your moonlit face, and dwell on every line and curve in it!

People already feel that a man who lives without disturbing a curve of feature, or setting a mark of mental concern anywhere upon himself, is too far removed from modern perceptiveness to be a modern type. Physically beautiful men - the glory of the race when it was young - are almost an anachronism now; and we may wonder whether, at some time or other, physically beautiful women may not be an anachronism likewise.

People already feel that a man who lives without disturbing a curve of feature, or setting a mark of mental concern anywhere upon himself, is too far removed from modern perceptiveness to be a modern type. Physically beautiful men - the glory of the race when it was young - are almost an anachronism now; and we may wonder whether, at some time or other, physically beautiful women may not be anachronism likewise.

Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no – they were not perfect. and it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.

Soon will be growing Green blades from her mound, And daisies be showing Like stars on the ground, Till she form part of them - Ay - the sweet heart of them, Loved beyond measure With a child's pleasure All her life's round.

Being a man not without a frequent consciousness that there was some charm in this life he led, he stood still after looking at the sky as a useful instrument, and regarded it in an appreciative spirit, as a work of art superlatively beautiful. For a moment, he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene, or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man. Human shapes, interferences, troubles, and joys were all as if they were not

Gledaju?i samo kakva Tessa nije, on nije opazio kakva ona jest, te je zaboravio da nepotpuno može biti ljepše nego ?itavo.

É uma moça muito bonita", disse ele a Oak. "Mas tem seus defeitos", comentou Gabriel. ââ'¬Å"É verdade, fazendeiro." "E o maior deles é — bem, o de sempre." "Regatear? Sim, é mesmo." "Ah, não." "O que é, então?" Gabriel, talvez um pouco ressentido pela indiferença da viajante, olhou para onde havia testemunhado a atuação dela pela cerca e disse: "Vaidade.

They are simple folk. Like beasts in a field, they are fascinated when a peacock lives amongst them.

It was always beautiful from here; it was terribly beautiful to Tess to-day, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing, and her views of life had been totally changed for her by the lesson

Gabriel, para quien el rostro de Bathseba era como la gloria incierta de un día de abril, se mostraba atento al menor de sus cambios.

she, like all others, had moments of commonplace, when to be least plainly seen was to be most prettily remembered

Fitness being the basis of beauty, nobody could have denied that his steady swings and turns in and about the flock had elements of grace...

It was a fatal omission of Boldwood's that he had never once told her she was beautiful. CHAPTER XXV

To the best of his judgement neither nature nor art could improve this perfect one of an imperfect many. His heart began to move within him.

Tuttavia era in quella valle che il suo dolore aveva preso forma e Tess non l'amava più come in passato; la bellezza per lei, come per tutti quelli che hanno esperienza, non stava nelle cose, ma in ciò che le cose simboleggiavano.

looking-glasses for the pretty, and lying books for the wicked.