Quotes About Beauty

spring time is for lovers because...it's so fresh and new!

it's black and beautiful, bright and open...it's beauty won't end...just like you!

Beauty is power and elegance, right action, form fitting function, intelligence, and reasonability. And very often expressed in curves.

And because we are alive, the universe must be said to be alive. We are its consciousness as well as our own. We rise out of the cosmos and we see its mesh of patterns, and it strikes us as beautiful. And that feeling is the most important thing in all the universe—its culmination, like the color of the flower at first bloom on a wet morning.

Looks aren't everything. Looks fade, but character remains.

How I abhor the cold, damp months of winter. Yet without them, we would probably not appreciate the warmth of spring." She chuckled softly. "But then, I suppose that's the beauty of any hardship—it brings greater appreciation for the pleasant times.

One more word of advice from an old woman, hmm?" She nodded, as if he'd spoken an agreement. "Make a determined effort to acquaint yourself with Daphne Severt's character. I'm certain it will not be easy—she has been doubly blessed with external beauty, which would distract the most mature gentleman—but for the sake of avoiding heartbreak, you must try.

Sometimes I marvel at the extras God provides. He meets our needs, yes, but so much more. He did not have to make the world a bright, colorful place of beauty. He could have simply provided the things our bodies require to survive. But He also chose to feed our souls. He designed flowers, singing birds, and even little furry barking creatures that pop out of holes and make us laugh. And He created a sky that begins and ends each day with a show of color.

I think, Lillian, that when we do not pause to admire God's wonderful handiwork in putting this world together, we disappoint Him. Surely He must delight in our wonder when we delight in His creation.

But what was faith if not a belief that God would do what He promised? She scanned the words again: "Beauty for ashes . . . Joy for mourning . . . Praise for the spirit of heaviness . . ." She underlined the final words with a trembling finger: "That he might be glorified.

The Lord done real good when he crafted Miss Adelaide Cowherd.

He smiled. He liked to imagine that she saw the beauty, that she could think outside the well-worn tracks of her countrymen, find something to like about this unsophisticated place. Because that just might mean she could find something to like about him.

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It's as if someone has dumped rubies from heaven. Soon they will land on the plants in search of bollworm eggs. But right now they are magic-red ribbons flying over our heads, weaving against the pink sky, dancing up there with Mozart.

No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.

If you haven't seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven't seen her smile her prettiest.

Beauty fades. That is why it is beautiful.

Jordan has a strange, haunting beauty and a sense of timelessness. Dotted with the ruins of empires once great, it is the last resort of yesterday in the world of tomorrow. I love every inch of it.

Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

Rocky Hawkins has written a rare, fun and beautiful book. If you don't believe me, read it for yourself.

I never thought I'd see the day you retreated from anything, least of all a mere slip of a woman. (Simon) And never did I think I would find a woman I wanted so badly. Beauty, you're a treacherous lure with a deadly hook, and this fish has no choice except to flee before it gets caught. (Draven)

You are beautiful. Definitely worth a few milksop words of dribble. (Stryder)

She is beautiful, isn't she? (Lochlan) Like the first day of spring after a long, harsh winter. (Sin)

The five peaks of Kanchenjunga turned golden with the kind of luminous light that made you feel, if briefly, that truth was apparent. All you needed to do was to reach out and pluck it.