Quotes About Beauty

Something of Eva's disturbing beauty, slow-burning sensuality and razor-sharp mind was reflected in it.

Being slender is undoubtedly elegant but neurotic self-obsession is not. - Madame Dariaux

Kintsugi [is] not just a method of repair but also a philosophy. It's the belief that the breaks, cracks, and repairs become a valuable and esteemed part of the history of an object, rather than something to be hidden. That, in fact, the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

She'd always heard that Paris was elegant but hasd struggled to imagine how. She'd assumed it would be rigid; the demanding intolerance of perfection. But...she was struck by the easy naturalness of everything.

She had gleaming mahogany hair, cut into a sharp, sleek bob and eyes that were the colour of dark chocolate – huge doe eyes framed by black lashes. Her skin was ivory and her proportions amazing; a thin tapered waist, high full breasts, shapely legs. She walked with such casual sensuality that it was impossible not to stare at her. And she was a woman who was used to being stared at.

Most people assume that a muse is a creature of perfect beauty, poise and grace. Like the creatures from Greek mythology. They're wrong. In fact, there should be a marked absence of perfection in a muse – a gaping hole between what she is and what she might be. The ideal muse is a woman whose rough edges and contradictions drive you to fill in the blanks of her character. She is the irritant to your creativity. A remarkable possibility, waiting to be formed.

Turner watercolour

There are no elegant potatoes.

As I stared back at myself in the reflected grandeur of the room, I remembered what Mr. Kessler had told me: a good counterfeit is as much a work of art as the real thing.

They wanted a girl who knew what it was like to acquire things out of amusement rather than need. Who sympathized with those whose lives were so pleasantly arranged that they hungered for beauty and meaning rather than food. The

Being a sex symbol has to do with an attitude, not looks. Most men think it's looks, most women know otherwise.

A woman my age is not supposed to be attractive or sexually appealing. I just get kinda tired of that.

Her honey-coloured hair fell in heavy wavesbelow her shoulders and as she stared up at him her eyes, clear, speckled amber, seemed to tilt at the corners; her brows were black and swept up in arcs, and she had thick black lashesh. There was about her a kind of warm luxuriance, something immediately suggestive to the men of pleasurable fulfillment- something for which she was not responsible but of which she was acutely conscious.

She was truly beautiful, though that was not what drew him to want to know more about her. This woman of wealth and privilege had something else about her—and inner beauty—which he couldn't quite define.

Just because the world often seemed to reward ugliness was no excuse to give up on beauty.

To believe all you have to do is look at the sky.

It was the small things she took pleasure in. The faint hum of a huge furry bumble bee busily flitting from one flower to another, oblivious to the fact that it was completing a task on which the entire human race depended.

I'm just pulling up these weeds.' 'Why?' She thought about this for a second. 'Well, they don't belong here.' 'Oh. Where do they belong, then?' 'They're just weeds, love, they don't belong anywhere.' Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow. 'That doesn't seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.

In some of us there's a fire that burns too brightly. It makes us feel things differently, painfully—even great joy. To feed that fire too often, to make the flames too strong is to destroy yourself. Ye burn and burn and burn. 'Tis too painful to live that kind of life. Yet 'tis beautiful, too. Too beautiful for words or thought, too beautiful to look upon. Ye can climb to the heavens on the colors of those flames, but ye can also fall into darkness without end.

A beautiful male Portuguese water dog

Wow, thick head of dark curly hair. Linebacker shoulders. A nice butt.

Dear Lisel, Longshot was so good. I've been three times and plan to go back again. Your gown is so lovely in the second act. Do you think it would fit me? You're soooooooooo much prettier, but still, I'd like to try it on. Lovingly, Julia Madison   Dear Lisel, That man heckling you in the third row should be shot. Pow!!!!!!!!!! Love, Julia   Dear Lisel, I love you. You are so wonderful. I wish I could be you. Jules

There was also the desire to co-operate with journalists and writers in an attempt to draw from them the fulfillment of the vocation she saw as theirs: namely, to write something beautiful for God.

For seven men she gave her life. For one good man she was his wife. Beneath the ice by Snow White Falls, there lies the fairest of them all.