Quotes About Beauty

It looked for all the world as Karou had described it in her one brief e-mail to Zuzana: like a sandcastle, a very big sandcastle. It was monumental: an entire town, really – lanes and plazas, neighborhoods, a caravansary, granary, and palace – all of it echoing empty. Its creators had dreamed on a legendary scale, and to stand in its flagstone court, mud walls and peaked roofs jutting overhead, was to feel shrunk to the size of a songbird.

It sounded just as he'd always imagined it would: like calligraphy, if calligraphy were written in honey.

Cada mente es un propio mundo. La mayoría ocupa un vasto terreno medio ordinario, mientras que otras se distinguen más: son más agradables, incluso hermosas, o a veces son resbaladizas y se sienten inexplicablemente erroneas.

Ella era la diosa de... ella misma. Y no podía dejar de mirarla.

Have you tried this treatment for female baldness? I hear it's life-changing.

He was reeling. Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating… just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years? Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

Apakah yang dikatakan oleh kesedihan kepada matamu, yang membatalkan semua yang indah dari kehidupan?

How does it feel living life every day with such attractive faces in a place where women are forced to take responsibility even for the worst outcomes that spring from other people's lusts?

Besides, what was the use for self-pity? She always knew that beauty is more a curse than a blessing. It exalts and entraps.

Some men good providers, got a way with the soil or a trade. Some men been given a singing voice take you to glory, or magic in they bodies to move in dance and make you feel alive. Some men so pretty you gaze on them with hunger, or so smooth they get hold of words and make you believe

The snow is sparkling like a million little suns.

Yea, measur'd are thine hours no more by time, Ye radiant envoys, from the heavenly clime! To what new palace will ye hurry me? Now, now I swim in light-diffusing streams, Space grows before me, and the earth, meseems, beneath my feet doth flee.

Under the homeliest of features, there was something angelic.

The beauty of modesty ... a virtue the world doesn't have much truck with: one ordinary flower in a vase, as opposed to a bouquet.

Creative expression, whether that means writing, dancing, bird-watching, or cooking, can give a person almost everything that he or she has been searching for: enlivenment, peace, meaning, and the incalculable wealth of time spent quietly in beauty.

In Alf's close-up, he's less than a year old, almost unrecognizably puppyish. He gazes directly at James, head slightly cocked, bat ears unfolded in typical, unceasing alertness. His small black nose is shaped like a heart, the fur on his jowls shimmers, and the blaze on his chest is bright white and fluffy.

I would rather lose a good earring than be caught without make-up.

You aren't the only ones who have been out there and come back. Lyons and zephrys and dead flower arrangements climb up the trellys to reach Heaven and fail. Fall right at my feet and stay there.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without its dew?

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Sculpture and painting are moments of life; poetry is life itself.

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.