Quotes About Beauty

See, many people can recognize an enchanting world within every raindrop rested atop the petals of a blossoming pink dahlia, but fail to notice how captivating they can still be when sat upon faded glass.

If you haven't had at least a slight poetic crack in the heart, you have been cheated by nature.

I stood surrounded by naked women not one of them bearing even the remotest resemblance to a centerfold. We had large thighs and round bellies small breasts and breasts that had fed babies full figures and thin ones dark skin and light muscles and fat. And each was beautiful in her own unique way. Laughing and full of light the radiance shone forth from within.

Old age is when the liver spots show through your gloves.

When I go to the beauty parlor, I always use the emergency entrance. Sometimes I just go for an estimate.

I was in a beauty contest once. I not only came in last, I was hit in the mouth by Miss Congeniality.

It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core.

Whatever you may look like, marry a man your own age. As your beauty fades, so will his eyesight.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

Looking at a friend who has had a face lift is like reading a book with half the pages ripped out.

Il susino è sfiorito. Chioma verde di foglioline giovani. Nessuno adesso potrebbe sospettare la bellezza mozzafiato di prima. Così per tante donne vecchie che per pochi giorni soltanto sono state belle.

Sometimes, the stars come down and walk among us as people.

La luna era ormai alta alta nel cielo, s'era rimpicciolita e pareva non volesse più aver che fare col mondo, tutta assorta nella contemplazione di quello che ci stava al di là. Al mondo, pareva che ormai mostrasse solo il sedere; e, da quel sederino d'argento, pioveva giù una luce grandiosa, che invadeva tutto.

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

Era come una mano di colore data sul venticello, sui muri gialletti della borgata, sui prati, sui carretti, sugli autobus coi grappoli agli sportelli. Una mano di colore ch'era tutta l'allegria e la miseria delle notti dell'estate del presente e del passato.

The birds sang in the dust in an elaborate weave, ambiguous, deafening, prey to existence poor passions lost between the modest summits of groves of mulberry and elder; and I, like them, in secluded places reserved for the lost and pure, would wait for evening to fall, for the silent smells of fire and joyous misery to fill the air, for the Angelus bell to toll, veiled in the new peasant mystery fulfilled in the ancient mystery.

Tu sei come una pietra preziosa che viene violentemente frantumata in mille schegge per poter essere ricostruita di una materiale più duraturo di quello della vita, cioè il materiale della poesia.

The sense comes back to me of life as it always was then, an affliction even blinder because wondrously filled with sweetness.

Provò una gioia dolcissima perché gli sembrò che quelle prime parole che aveva scritto avessero il sapore del pane e il profumo di un buon rossetto.

To my eye, women get sexier around 35. They know a thing or two, and knowledge is always alluring.

We can find beauty anywhere. Sometimes it is obvious, sometimes it needs some commitment on our part. Sometimes it jumps out at us suddenly, other times we come upon it slowly.

I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.

ne suffit pas de constituer comme beau ce qu'exclut l'esthétique officielle, de réhabiliter les sujets modernes, bas ou médiocres ; il faut affirmer le pouvoir qui appartient à l'art de tout constituer esthétiquement par la vertu de la forme (« bien écrire le médiocre »), de tout transmuer en Å"uvre d'art par l'efficace propre de l'écriture. «