Quotes About Beauty

I might have felt unimportant pitted against the awesome might of the mountains. I did not. Rather, on that mountain top I found something important that I had never known before: an awareness of a vital connection between me and the Authority behind all this beauty.

Inside the hospice, Belle glows like a shiny ambassador from the land of youth. It feels almost indecent to bring her.

To this day, I've found that it doesn't matter what a guy looks like if he's really funny. His sense of humor makes him attractive. On the other hand, you don't hear men saying, 'No she's not pretty, but is she ever funny!'

even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn't the right word. What's the word I'm wanting here? Lonely. That's it. It was a little bit lonely.

And the looks on their faces were caught just right. You could see them loving dancing and loving each other. The expressions just said it all. It was so nice to look at. I was even able to stand outside the fact that it was Molly and Frank and enjoy the look of love on their faces. Love always looks nice.

I wondered if my life would have turned out all differently if my hair had been blonde and baby-fine. If I'd been naturally pretty and tall like the ladies across the road.

The drinks were so perfect, so visually artistic. Virginia could honestly believe she would find her salvation in one.

So I guess the theme of this novel is, "Look for strength in unexpected places." Not only might you find it there, but it might be more beautiful and more hopeful than strength found anywhere else. Here's to strength and healing.

The world is terrible and wonderful at the same time. One doesn't negate the other, but the wonderful keeps us in the game. It keeps us moving forward.

Nobody said we would get out unscarred, I guess. Nobody said it was a beautiful work with no scars

These places. Nature. It makes me feel different.

looking back, every moment feels equally important. Now the most tedious and uneventful day I ever spent feels like a gift. Now I'm holding those moments like a heaping double handful of pearls, and at the same time I'm admiring their beauty, I have to open my hands and let them pour through.

Funny how we get so adjusted to exactly what we should see on every human body we encounter.

I can see how she takes all that physical beauty in. Let's it become apart of her. Like breathing air and eating food, and then using that to make new cells and feed the old ones.

Look for strength in unexpected places." Not only might you find it there, but it might be more beautiful and more hopeful than strength found anywhere else. Here's to strength

There was something peaceful about an untouched fall of snow. Like being in another world, where nothing can go wrong. Because nothing can find you.

Not that Bella wasn't pretty. Grace thought she was. But she wasn't thin.

It flitted through her mind without actual words that skin is an odd thing for the world to make a fuss about, especially when, with your eyes closed, it all feels more or less the same. "Over

was grateful, because the world looked beautiful in that big storm, and because I knew that somewhere in the world there was somebody who didn't have a can of hot soup, and I did.

Just for a moment, Ethan felt his view of life, of the world, stretched painfully. He had never realized that something so frightening could also be beautiful. That a sight could strike fear into his heart and at the same time make him feel privileged to have seen it.

It struck me that she had been a pretty woman, once upon a time. Before she'd decided she didn't want to be anymore. Before she'd decided she didn't want to be anything to anybody.

It started as a beautiful, sunny Saturday, with the air so clear and crisp, one couldn't help but inhale deep breaths of the cleansing freshness, and feel as if a multitude of God's benevolent blessings must be shining down upon the entire world. Terrorism, disease, poverty and hunger, grief and despair were distant threads of reality, too dim to possibly exist.

When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.

You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".