Quotes About Beauty

The beautiful is as useful as the useful. He added after a pause, More so, perhaps.

était bien fait de sa personne, quoique d'assez petite

Aucun penseur n'oserait dire que le parfum de l'aubépine est inutile aux constellations.

La nuit fait des distributions d'essence stellaire aux fleurs endormies.

j'avais le paradis dans le coeur.

Un incendie peut faire une aurore sans doute, mais pourquoi ne pas attendre le lever du jour ? Un volcan éclaire, mais l'aube éclaire encore mieux. Combeferre préférait peut-être la blancheur du beau au flamboiement du sublime.

aware of her beauty and ignorant of her love. Coquettish

She was a pretty blonde with fine teeth. For dowry, she had gold and pearls; but the gold was on her head and the pearls were in her mouth.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful.

Há um espetáculo mais grandioso que o mar, é o céu; e há outro mais grandioso que o céu, é o interior da alma.

Basta con una sonrisa divisada a lo lejos bajo un sombreo de crespón blanco con velillo trasero lila para que el alma entre en el país de los sueños.

Je ne vis qu'elle était belle Qu'en sortant des grands bois sourds. «Soit ; n'y pensons plus ! » dit-elle. Depuis, j'y pense toujours.

These young men were insignificant; everyone has seen such faces; four specimens of the human race taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither wise nor ignorant, neither geniuses nor fools; handsome, with that charming April which is called 20 years.

Sa beauté, en ce moment-là augmentée de sa fierté, était un resplendissement, et, comme s'il ne pouvait pas plus être fatigué que blessé, après les effrayantes vingt-quatre heures qui venaient de s'écouler, il était vermeil et rose.

S'è detto che la schiavitù è sparita dalla civiltà europea: errore! Esiste sempre, ma pesa soltanto sulla donna e si chiama prostituzione. Pesa sulla donna, ossia sulla grazia, sulla debolezza, sulla beltà, sulla maternità. E questa non è già una delle minori vergogne dell'uomo.

La vie est une fleur, l'amour en est le miel.

A creature so beautiful that God would have preferred her to the Virgin and have chosen her for his mother and have wished to be born of her if she had been in existence when he was made man!

R?scolea toate tufiÈ™urile È™i toate pietrele, ca s? caute gâze. AÈ™teptând s? viseze, se juca. Îi pl?cea gr?dina cu gâng?niile care furnicau în iarb?, sub picioarele ei, aÈ™teptând s-o iubeasc? pentru stelele pe care avea s? le vad? printre ramuri, deasupra capului.

La sonrisa de la mujer amada tiene una claridad que disipa las tinieblas.

Le plus beau des autels, disait-il, c'est l'âme d'un malheureux consolé qui remercie Dieu.

And blossoming, odour-giving creation, loving and charming, and the grand sky golden with morning spread about La Tourgue and the guillotine, and seemed to say to man, Behold my work, and yours.

The spoken word being breath, the thrilling of minds is like the rustling of leaves.

On the face of this aged queen of our cathedrals, by the side of a wrinkle, one always finds a scar. Tempus edax, homo edacior*; which I should be glad to translate thus: time is blind, man is stupid.      *  Time is a devourer; man, more so.

Toat? f?ptura Cosettei era naivitate, nevinov??ie, transparen??, alb, candoare, str?lucire. S-ar fi putut spune despre Cosette c? e un cer limpede. R?spândea o prospeÈ›ime de aprilie È™i zori de zi. În ochii ei era rou?. Cosette era o întrupare a luminii aurorei în chip de femeie.