Quotes About Beauty

She was lovely with eyes that captivated your heart, a smile that drew your mind, and a presence that captured your soul. She was everything you wanted in a girl, and so much more.

She is so beautiful. Perfect. Mine.No. Not mine. I am hers.

...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love?And could love require lies?

…it argues that true love will triumph in the end (which may or may not be true) but if it's a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have!

I am in love with the serendipitous poetry with which this universe expresses itself.

As her lips changed the geometry, Her smile turned to poetry.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my troth, for our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul

And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh...

I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.

.....Her eyebrows are the living example of nature.

She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!

A woman is always beutiful to the one who has fallen in love with her, nothing can dampen her image before his eyes.

how long is forever when you can stop the time for a while to see...the sunrise?

i closed my eyes and i loved you ... dreams are such beautiful things

By all of your beauty I am so inspired. Your love has baptized me by fire.

Through the veil of Love, one finds the heaven on Earth

She was a light from Heaven, and a beauty for all of us to behold.

Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

Alice would choose to love herself, different and extraordinary, every day of the week.