Quotes About Beauty

Then you got to the face, framed by that mane of black silk hair, and no heart could be blamed for skipping a few beats. That face, carved by some genius god on a particularly artistic day. Those eyes, so wildly blue they caught the breath. That mouth, so perfectly, romantically sculpted, curved now, for her. Maybe, just maybe, with another handful of years of marriage, seeing him unexpectedly wouldn't simply dazzle her.

That did eat up considerable time and effort. But I carved out a little time between bloodbaths. I've just put it together for you this morning, while you were getting a little more beauty sleep." "Is that a dig?" "Darling, how is telling you you're beautiful a dig?" Her answer was a snort as she strapped on her weapon.

O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

Roger] "Do you know how amazingly beautiful you are to me?" "As beautiful as you are to me." She slid her gaze down then back up with one of those secret smiles that played havoc with a man's mind. He shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't be, because you'd be insane with your need to just watch me. You'd ache every moment to just touch me. Your nights would be consumed with dreams of me and you'd live every moment just to love me.

If only we could eat our sunsets, I say, we would all be full.

The sun is setting, the sky is a tumult of oranges, reds and violets.

I stood listening to the night breeze rustle the leaves, and watched the bats flicker against the last light, and felt the sweeping melancholy of those who pass their days in the midst of insupportable beauty in the knowledge that one day they will die.

Flowers grow best on dungheaps, as Shakespeare never tires of saying.

women's beauty doesn't belong to the women herself. She's the part of treasure, which she brings into the world. It's her duty to share it.

From the most beautiful creatures our lust rises... so that the beauty of rose could never die.

we also first beheld Unveiled the summit of Mont Blanc, and grieved To have a soulless image on the eye That had usurped upon a living thought That never more could be.

No será la belleza otro objeto de consumo, como el vino? Uno lo bebe, lo traga y nos da una breve sensación placentera, embriagadora, pero ¿qué queda? Lo que el vino deja como saldo, con tu perdón, es la orina; ¿cuál es el saldo de la belleza? ¿En qué te hace bien? ¿Nos hace mejores?

She is more beautiful than I have words for. He lifted his eyes to Phury's. And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her. -Zsadist

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

There was a sniffle from the crowd. At which point, Rhage's voice hissed, "What. This is beautiful, 'kay? Fuck all y'all.

Especially as Blay's face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He'd kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin … "Oh, God …" he groaned.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn't see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints. Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he said softly. As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing.

Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.

I cannae believe you let me touch you." His voice grew hoarse. "I shall remember this for all my nights." Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this…. "Do not cry." His thumb went to her cheeks. "Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.