Quotes About Beauty

I was fresh off the boat from Romania, and one of my clients was the agent to all of the '90s supermodels: Gail Elliott, Naomi Campbell, Stephanie Seymour, Cindy Crawford. I had no idea who these girls were! They were so gorgeous, absolutely the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.

I have no idea how women manage their hair. Seriously.

It's truly disheartening to me to see so many beautiful women who have no idea what their potential is.

I have no idea why, but I find that men make more of an impact on me in films than women - even very beautiful ones.

To be fair, I have no idea what my natural hair colour is any more - and I have no intention of finding out after 20 years of dedicated dyeing. I go to a local salon every few weeks to have my roots done when they have barely emerged.

I don't want to be Marilyn Monroe. In many ways, that's a good comparison. Because Marilyn Monroe was a sexpot, all that stuff that I have no interest in. For me, it's much easier to just try to make people laugh than to try to be the hottest thing in the world.

There's a lot of things you can't change about yourself, so there's no point moaning about it. I mean, I've got a really nonsymmetrical face, but I can't change it - well, I probably could, actually!

He must have heard her, because he finally stood and turned with an automatic smile before registering the sight of her. His eyes widened as he absorbed the way she looked, his mouth slightly ajar. He seemed immobilized, struggling anf failing to find his voice. You're... Indescribablly beautiful, he finally whispered. Truly. He was in love with her, she realized with sudden force.

She cursed herself for forgetting something as important as creating beauty.

He especially liked to look at the trees and their reflections in the river. North Carolina trees are beautiful in deep autumn: greens, yellows, reds, oranges, every shade in between, their dazzling colours glowing with the sun.

Even when she wasn't trying, she was one of the most sensual women I've ever seen.

On the trees surrounding me, the leaves are just beginning their slow turn toward the colour of fire..

Und ich lernte, stockend und langsam zwar, aber ich lernte trotz allem, was zu tun war. Lernte, was für ein Kind offensichtlich ist. Daß das Leben eine Kette von kleinen Leben ist und daß jedes einzeln für sich gelebt werden muß, Tag für Tag. Daß man jeden Tag versuchen sollte, sich an der Schönheit von Blumen und Gedichten zu erfreuen und zu Tieren zu sprechen.

Ás vezes respondo. Posso lhes contar da doçura e do encanto dela, e descrever como me ensinou a ver o mundo como o lugar maravilhoso que é.

A poesia traz grande beleza à vida, mas também uma grande tristeza, e não tenho a certeza se a troca é justa para alguém da minha idade. Um homem deveria gozar outras coisas, se pudesse - devia gastar osseus últimos dias ao sol. Os meus vão ser passados debaixo de uma lâmpada de leitura.

La vita, ora lo capiva, assomigliava a una canzone. Al principio c'è il mistero, al termine la conferma, ma nel mezzo ci sono le emozioni che arricchiscono l'intera esperienza.

Se trataba de pequeñas imperfecciones que la hacían perfecta ante mis ojos...

Presenciar un amor tan incondicional, tan puro ante tales adversidades...era algo tan bonito...

Life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time; that each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry, and talking to animals - that a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

La poesía aporta una gran belleza a la vida, pero también una gran tristeza, y no estoy seguro de que sea un intercambio justo para una persona de mi edad.

Why are things beautiful? I don´t know. That´s a good question. Isn´t it pleasing when you ask a question of a person, a teacher, or a speaker, and he or she says, That´s a good question? Don´t you feel good when that happens?

I went with her to the dentist when she had her wisdom teeth out. Afterward she slept curled for a long time, a small beautiful person; there on her desk in a glass of water were the two enormous teeth. They were like the femurs of brontosauri. How those giant teeth could have fit into her head I don't know.

I'm burning a bunch of little pinecones now that I gathered on the walk. One of the joys of life, I think, is trying to decipher the name on a gravestone as it is transmitted through the dense foliage of blue-green gravestone lichen. Some people clean off the grave-growths with chemicals and wire brushes, a mistake.

we fill the nothing with suns, line them up, swallow sap, swallow field, drop by drop, each stem a pump. Rose to rose to rose to rose to rose to rose to rose, calyx & anther, all summer gone.