Quotes About Beauty

Ammirare la bellezza non significa non saperle resistere.

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

Besides, if he wants kids, Gale won't have any trouble finding a wife. He's good-looking, he's strong enough to handle the

We would all like you to know what a . . . privilege it has been to make you look your best.

Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

he was something of a looker. His hair dark and

Because you have a weakness for beautiful things, and I don't," I say with an air of superiority, "They would lure you into their Capitol ways, and you'd be lost entirely." "Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness," Peeta points out, "Except perhaps when it comes to you.

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was that beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Tens una debilitat per a les coses boniques, i jo no —[…]. —Tenir bon ull per a la bellesa no és cap debilitat —apunta en Peeta—. Tret, potser, quan es tracta de la teva…

No sóc guapa. No sóc bella. Però estic tan radiant com el sol.

That explained it. The beautiful, blue light wasn't from another world; it was from Photos Glow-Glow's butt.

I have to wonder if his mouth has been altered to make him more appealing. If so, it was a waste of time and money, because he's not appealing at all.

Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight.

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

You're not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?

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

Because you have a weakness for beautiful thing and I don't" I say with an air of superiority "They would lure you into their Capitol ways and you'd be lost entirely." "Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness,

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things; — We murder to dissect." — William Wordsworth, "The Tables Turned," Lyrical Ballads, 1798

I stand there, completely naked, as the three circle me, wielding tweezers to remove any last bits of hair. I know I should be embarrassed, but they're so unlike people that I'm no more self-conscious than if a trio of oddly colored birds were pecking around my feet.

patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,

As I descend the stairs, I can't help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful...But there's no give to the surface--only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

But mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge, "They're just songbirds. Right?

he might have recently had more work done, because his lips are puffier than usual. And his prep team really needs to use a lighter hand with his blush.

From this place, we are invisible but have a clear view of the valley, which is teeming with summer life, greens to gather, roots to dig, fish iridescent in the sunlight. The day is glorious, with a blue sky and soft breeze. The food's wonderful, with the cheese seeping into the warm bread and the berries bursting in our mouths.