Quotes About Beauty

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Men are brave enough to go to war, but they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax.

Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

More than once my mother would point out: "Harry Belafonte is the best-looking man on the planet."

I guess anyone with a beautiful body, man or woman, loves to be looked at, but to admit such a thing is a little rough at times. That's why it's hard to get people to pose.

We have reason to be grateful for celestial phenomena, for they chiefly answer to the ideal in man.

Inexpressibly beautiful appears the recognition by man of the least natural fact, and the allying his life to it.

Flowers knew how to preach divinity before men knew how to dissect and botanize them.

Somewhere, someone isn't impressed by your looks. Not all men jump through the hoops of your fire. You're unbelievably boring to more people than you'll ever know.

He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.

God never made anything else so beautiful as man.

It is part and parcel of every man's life to develop beauty in himself. All perfect things have in them an element of beauty.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

The old movie stars like Bogart, James Cagney, Jimmy Stewart, they weren't this gorgeous, striking six-foot man who's rippled with muscles.

I love writing and photography and the natural world that inspires them both. I'm working on getting as lost as I can in the beauty before it is completely wiped clean by the madness of man.

I guess men like me - somebody out there must think I'm hot.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

I was voted the most beautiful girl in the world in 1958, and courted by every young, available man in Los Angeles, most of whom I didn't go out with, by the way.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

When Nature begins to reveal her open secret to a man, he feels an irresistible longing for her worthiest interpreter, Art.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.

The use of butterflies is to adorn the world and delight the eyes of men, to brighten the countryside, serving like so many golden spangles to decorate the fields.

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'!