Quotes About Beauty

What I meant to say," Bobby told her, moving close enough to catch her chin with his hand, so she now had to look up into his eyes, "was that I find you as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, "Music.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

Fire beats roses again.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna's hands, desirable by Peeta's confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Peeta actually is charming and then utterly winning as the boy in love. And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna's hands, desirable by Peeta's confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness.

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation is completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick. "No, it doesn't," says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. "You're green. Are you sick?" "It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick," I say. "It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia