Quotes About Beauty

Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard.

Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

Torches just blind you. On a clear night like this, the moon and the stars are enough.

My lady," Tyrion said. "You are lovely, make no mistake, but … I cannot do this. My father be damned. We will wait. The turn of a moon, a year, a season, however long it takes. Until you have come to know me better, and perhaps to trust me a little." His smile might have been meant to be reassuring, but without a nose it only made him look more grotesque and sinister.

The snow fell steadily, cloaking all the world in white.

He is fair of face and foul of heart.

What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.

I love beauty, but sometimes a thing lovely to behold conceals vileness and evil within.

She always said that it didn't matter what your voice was like so long as you loved the song.

Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world?

It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine.

Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I. The world was full of fools, however.

I loved a maid as red as autumn [...] with sunset in her hair.

Tudo o que desejava era que as coisas fossem agradáveis e bonitas, como eram nas canções.

Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.

Here, m'lord." She put her hands over his eyes from behind. "Can you guess what I'm wearing?" "Nothing?" "Oh, you're so smart," she pouted, snatching her hands away. "How did you know?" "You're very beautiful in nothing". "Am I?" She said. "Am I truly?" "Oh yes." "Then shouldn't you be fucking me instead of talking?

Se solo potessi portarla a Grande Inverno…donarle un fiore colto nei giardini vetrati, farla banchettare nella sala grande, mostrarle i re di pietra sui loro troni. Potremmo fare il bagno nelle sorgenti calde, e fare l'amore sotto il grande albero-cuore, con gli antichi dei a proteggerci".

She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour, swept away by beauties she had dreamt of all her life and never dared hope to know.

A few lantern bugs were coming out, their little lights blinking on and off. The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.

Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond.

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness.

Dany had no wish to reduce King's Landing to a blackened ruin full of unquiet ghosts. She had supped enough on tears. I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father.

All night i have been making songs for you in my head. A lay for your eyes, a ballad for your lips, a duet to your breasts. I will ot sing them, through. They were poor things, unworthy of such beauty.