Quotes About Beauty

I had endless issues with my appearance in Star Wars. Real ones - not ones you bring up so people think you're humble because you secretly find yourself adorable. What I saw in the mirror is not apparently what many teenage boys saw.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments, they're the temporary happy by-products of time and/or DNA. Don't hold your breath for either

you have a penis and a job, being handsome is a fantastic bonus but hardly a necessity.

Youth and beauty are not accomplishments… Don't hold your breath for either.

It seems like I want them to like me for my mind, anyway," she said, "so why not let them go straight for it? Why get them to like my legs? It doesn't seem like that's me. I feel like what I look like is government issue, it's pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That's me.

She is a beautiful creature, but beauty doesn't equal good and it certainly doesn't equal sane.

Opening my eyes takes effort, but it's worth it to see him, right there in front of me. He's so beautiful,golden. It's so hokey, but it's how he is. He is warmth to me.

I whirl around, stare into his grimy,grief-stricken face. His face is beautiful and so good. How could I have believed he'd betray us?

They should be beautiful, but I know what they are. They are not beautiful, because beauty is about grace and love and hope. They are all about need.

Pretty is the queen that rules our land, o'er hard-working peasants known by Substance.

you don't have to be perfect to be pretty

Beyond the reef's white surf the water was a deep blue, as if in shadow, but in here it was emerald so dazzling you'd think the sand below contained a source of energy as strong as the sun.

He did not walk in beauty like the night. In fact, he slouched in warthog ugly like a Hangover Monday in Barstow,

There's the pity of it. Elaine Cheeseman's not as young as you; she's forty, maybe. But she's not bad-looking at all. If she took the trouble to dress properly, and occasionally she smiled instead of keeping a frozen, holy-zeal look as though she were goin' to the Crusades instead of only to the polling-station, she might even be a bit of a smasher.

those who seek the lost Lord will find traces of His being and beauty in all that men have made, from music and poetry and sculpture to the gingerbread men in the pâtisseries, from the final calculation of the pure mathematician to the first delighted chalk drawing of a small child.

Why must we be always seeking for the lost Child? Why must we be always feeling the pain of loss? If we did not, we should not realise that our idols are not God, are not Christ. Bad as they are, they match our limitations; and if they could content us, we should never know the real beauty of Christ:we should not become whole.

Why, it has often occurred to me to ask myself, do I so frequently choose death, transience, and the grave as subjects for my paintings? One must submit oneself many times to death in order some day to attain life everlasting.

You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me." She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world.

They're not hideous," said Tessa. Will blinked at her. "What?" "Gideon and Gabriel," said Tessa. "They're really quite good-looking, not hideous at all." "I spoke," said Will, in sepulchral tones, "of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls." Tessa snorted. "And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?" "Mauve," said Will.

Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.

He's very pretty. For a human." "He's very broken," said Magnus. "Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.