Quotes About Beauty

Daisies. They outlast roses, and they're tough little flowers.

The God of justice, goodness, righteousness, and beauty created a world that is perfectly designed to reflect who he is.

the Roanoke valley where mountains hold the breath of the dead between them and lift from each morning a fresh bandage of mist.

Because, good God, Lily Wellstone had the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and the spirit of the devil glinting from her eyes. She was a woman worth losing his soul for.

Her smile hollowed out his chest. She'd changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.

She bent her head over the flowers. He knew she was not beautiful. He knew she did not see herself as the object of a man's lust. He knew if he told her he found her desirable, she'd not understand his meaning. She'd think he meant something other than marriage. In that, she would be right, but a man could want both things from the same woman.

Luther, bring the gatekeeper quickly!" Bell ordered. "Just how did you get in, Miss Drew?" "I came in at the entrance," Nancy replied. "The larkspur is beautiful.

You have to have the kind of body that doesn't need a girdle in order to get to pose in one.

I like the flaws best," Sam said. "They make her real.

From the mud of adversity grows the lotus of joy

Banks of azaleas ranging from bright orange to palest pink rioted in the spring gardens.

I never thought I'd make the pages of 'Sports Illustrated ' because I've always been skinny.

there are people all over the world who carry the mermaid inside them, that otherworldly beauty and longing and desire that made her reach for heaven when she lived in the darkness of the sea.

I can't stop thinking about dying the way humans do it. Imagine! If at any moment, you could just stop existing. How different everything would be.." They don't stop existing Lenia said...They have souls that live forever. Even knowing that, they fight so hard to stay alive. I think it's so beautiful. Imagine: being that fragile, that permanent.

Margrethe watched them paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions moving through her. So much pain and euphoria, a sense that even though her own heart was broken, the world could contain such beauty and magic she almost could not bear it? What did her own pain matter, in the face of that?

How could none of them comprehend the beauty of a human soul,shining in heaven for eternity? Where it would be whole again, as they all had been once in times past?

We come in many different shapes and sizes, and we need to support each other and our differences. Our beauty is in our differences.

I'm proud that today, at 43 years old, I've come to value the aging process and focus on inner rather than outer beauty.

You could see that it only wanted some attention to be beautiful again.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments. They're the temporary happy byproducts of time and/or DNA. Don't hold your breath for either.

Anyway, I suppose in part I'm telling this story now because I want all of you - and I do mean all - to know that I wasn't always a somewhat-overweight woman without an upper lip to her name who can occasionally be found sleeping behind her face and always thinking in her mouth.

I had so much lip gloss on you might have slid off and broken your own lips if you tried to kiss me.

Not that I'm a big fan of my face, but still- it is mine, whichever way you tilt it. I didn't like my face when I should have and now it's melted, I look back on that face fondly.