Quotes About Beauty

You are just as beautiful as the first time I saw you … You stopped my heart then – just froze it in my chest. And you stop it now.

I don't think we're fit for visual consumption. Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I... Look like shit.

Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.

From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel. Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was. And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at Melrose Place, a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face. What an angel he was, she thought to herself. A total angel.

The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

You're so beautiful." "I'm still covered," she moaned. "But it doesn't matter what you look like." He lifted his head and stared at her. "The details of size and shape don't matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.

It's not big, Veck said, but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

The trees were like black skeletons reaching to the sky, pleading with their bony arms for the sun to get stronger.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? - Wrath

I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.

She wanted to walk into a crowded restaurant where a man would look up and take her into his arms with his eyes. She wanted to know what it was like to feel that she was beautiful to someone and had been eagerly waited for

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.

Dear God. Her eyes didn't match the gentle lilt of her voice at all. They belonged to a warrior. Gunmetal gray, surrounded by lashes the color of her hair, they were grave, serious, reminding him of males who had fought and survived battle. They were staggeringly beautiful in their strength.

Well…damn. It was so hard not to notice how beautiful he was, how kind, how smart and loving, how considerate.

Well, hello, beautiful … You are a sight for sore eyes.

It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

Ehlena was naturally lovely, with fine small features and that strawberry blond hair and those long, lean limbs. Her lips were pink because they were pink—not from some eighteen-hour, glossy, frosted grease coat. And her toffee-colored eyes were luminescent because they were yellow and red and gold all mixed together—not from a whole lot of paint-by-numbers shimmery shadow and slathered-on mascara. And her cheeks were flushed because he was getting under her skin. -Rehv's thoughts

Life. In all it's mundane majesty.

Sacrifice was also in the eye of the beholder. Like beauty, it was a personal, subjective assessment, a cost-benefit analysis that had no right answer, only a compass that spun around an individual's variant of true north. Throe

You are so beautiful," he said softly. "Only because you make me that way." "Oh, you're so wrong about that." -Rehv & Ehlena

Don't you get it, Ehlena? No matter what you wear…to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

That was the great irony. In life, everyone was a snowflake of separate and beautiful proportion, but when death came in and grabbed hold, you were left with anonymous skin and muscle and bone, all of which cooled and decayed at predictable rates.

I see your soul," he said. "That is why I find you beautiful.