Quotes About Beauty

Lepota je skupa, ludo skupa a ništavna i varljiva stvar.

Možda bi se moglo re?i da svak voli putovanje, ili bar misao o njemu, kao svoj drugi, lepši, život.

But one thing could not happen; it could not be that great and wise men of exalted soul who would raise lasting buildings for the love of God, so that the world should be more beautiful and man live in it better and more easily, should everywhere and for all time vanish from this earth. Should they too vanish, it would mean that the love of God was extinguished and had disappeared from the world. That could not be.

Sav sjaj što ga Bog svijetom propisa plavi o?i moje. Vezani su ?ilimi od sunca i sjenka. Ognjen miris ima vino života. Srce mi pod grlom bije. Za dug život i veliku radost! Putujte i brodite, ne ostanite željni burna mora, ni polja, ni gustih šuma! Milo je Bogu da vas vidi gdje vam je život pjesma i ples! Za žive i za one koji su mladi!

Lost in his thoughts he looked out from his shop at the shining loveliness of that first day of March. Opposite him, a little to the side, stood the eternal bridge, everlastingly the same; through its white arches could be seen the green, sparkling, tumultuous waters of the Drina, so that they seemed like some strange diadem in two colours which sparkled in the sun.

Umetnost je nesiguran poziv koji nit 'hrani nit' brani onog ko mu se oda. Put umetnosti uopšte je neizvestan, varljiv i težak, a igra je ponajteža i najvarljivija od svih umetnosti, ?ak ozloglašena i opasna stvar.

Sve može biti. Ali jedno ne može: ne može biti da ?e posve i zauvek nestati velikih i umnih, a duševnih ljudi koji ?e za božju ljubav podizati trajne gra?evine, da bi zemlja bila ljepša i ?ovek na njoj živio lakše i bolje. Kad bi njih nestalo, to bi zna?ilo da ?e i božja ljubav ugasnuti i nestati sa sveta. To ne može biti.

travka treba i rosu i kosu.

Lepota, najve?a od svih varki ?ovekovih; ako je ne uzmeš - nema je, ako pokušaš da je uzmeš - prestaje da postoji.

ne znaš da li nas lepota privla?i svojom snagom ili je to snaga koja izvire iz nas i lomi se, kao voda o kamen, tamo gde sretne lepotu.

lice pobjednika je kao ruža, ali lice pobje?enoga je kao grobljanska zemlja, od koje svatko bježi i glavu okre?e.

beautiful soul weeps deep~

Instead, someone decided to create little moments of beauty to do the simplest, smallest job in the world, because why shouldn't that be beautiful?

Yeah, I was asleep, but it's okay. I was having my favorite dream. I have it all the time. I was dancing. I was beautiful. I was dancing.

Nascose la testa fra le mani e pianse senza ritegno. Le lacrime le rigavano le guance, restando intrappolate tra le perle e i diamanti di girocollo. Si sentiva così sola.

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her.

Mm-hmm. You know, lip dye isn't a crime in this state. You ought to try it. I've been kind of busy. You're always kind of busy. You're not using the eye gel I gave you. You can't find a minute twice a day for eye gel? You want bags and wrinkles? You got the finest piece of man-candy on and off planet, and you want him looking at your face with bags and wrinkles? What are you going to do when he dumps you for a woman who takes time to maintain her face? Kill him.

Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake.

Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with? I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down.

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.' " Looking at Roarke now, Morris managed a small smile. "Well said.

Morris stepped back, blinked. "Well, look at you." "What?" Thrown off, Eve glanced down at herself. "You look gorgeous." She'd have been less shocked if he'd stabbed her with his scalpel. "I— What?" "Like a perfect spring day," he added as he walked over to clean his hands. "I calls 'em as I sees 'em.

there was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it décolletage.