Quotes About Beauty

You can see ugliness or you can see beauty in the same thing - It just indicates your state of mind ~ Ramana Pemmaraju

Love is an art and this world lack artists.

Stay in my arms and look into my eyes, into that light which exists only because of you. You will find all the reasons to stay in this world which have the habit of breaking you every time.

oh love, doesn't the fact that the world is so big, laid out like ripe fruitmake you want to stay?

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean's clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

Every beautiful girl need to hear some cute words but only one who deserve it.

I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

She is young and beautiful. She has no problems with men.

The reason I sketch your pic at times because in your smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.

Build my night with your cheeks.

Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest... beautiful, no. Amusing, yes.

I like to make people look as good as they'd like to look, and with luck, a shade better.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I have the fondest memories of time spent in places called ugly, the most boring ones of places called scenic.

Beauty is enhanced by unashamed irregularities; magnificence by a façade of blunder

Life's beauty: the kindest act toward you in your life may come from an outsider not interested in reciprocation.

Proclus was known to repeat the metaphor that statues are carved by subtraction.. Michelangelo was asked how he carved the statue of David, his answer as: It's simple. I just remove everything that is not David.

A distortion is meant to bring about an enhancement for your aesthetic experience.

The sky was a ragged blaze of red and pink and orange, and its double trembled on the surface of the pond like color spilled from a paintbox.

For the wood was full of light, entirely different from the light she was used to. It was green and amber and alive, quivering in splotches on the padded ground, fanning into sturdy stripes between the tree trunks. There were little flowers she did not recognize, white and palest blue; and endless, tangled vines; and here and there a fallen log, half rotted but soft with patches of sweet green-velvet moss.

Pretty' doesn't mean 'good,' you know, Geneva. Real life isn't like fairy tales. 'Pretty' simply means that by accident you've got things arranged on your outside in an extra-pleasing manner. It doesn't tell a thing about your inside.

So she was unprepared for the homely little house beside the pond, unprepared for the gentle eddies of dust, the silver cobwebs, the mouse who lived—and welcome to him!—in a table drawer.

Sitting relaxed with his back against the trunk was a boy, almost a man. And he seemed so glorious to Winnie that she lost her heart at once.