Quotes About Beauty

But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could? And yet if it wasn't enough for her that she was beautiful to him, if she couldn't believe him . . .

If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.

I like a woman with meat on her bones." She laughed. "My hips express their deepest appreciation, Major Winslow.

As I watched that single thread of lightning billow through the water above me like the aurora borealis, I imagined the heavy cord of time stretching away from me in the water like the hard, thick rope on a great ship.

A woman's spirit blossoms in the colors of her soul.

You need to put on a pretty dress and have Corinne arrange your hair... and don't forget to bring your mind. --Julie de Bercy

calling out to the world to forget everything except the sublime.

I saw then in her face the spirit of an angel, truthfully

When people began singing again, instead of trying to see the woman, Chiaretta looked at the air in front of the voice, trying to understand how something invisible could be so beautiful.

The world is a hungry place, and Anna will feed it beauty.

We started out to see some of Paris on foot with him, stopping at the famous Café de la Paix, where you were supposed to see everyone you knew if you just sat there long enough. To sit at a sidewalk café having coffee or a drink – the sound and sight of France all around. The Champs-Elysées was incredible – the chestnut trees – how could one city attain such perfection? Who had dreamed it up? Who had made it all come true? I wanted to see every corner of it.

There is always the fear that a wonder of the world can't live up to expectations. Not so. The Taj Mahal was breathtakingly beautiful – if anything, better even than I'd been told. Beauty like that is too dazzling to be imagined.

Sizeism = like racism, only against people who aren't a size two or four.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent what seems like my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Anyone who is as good-looking as Jace is usually completely out of touch with reality. It's like they think their looks give them the right to just go around saying whatever they want to say, and doing whatever they want to do. As if the fact that they're six foot two and broad-shouldered with dark hair and gorgeous deep-blue eyes gives them the right to get away with anything.

What if you didn't have time to draw them on one day? Or what if it rained and your eyebrows started dripping off? Hopefully her eye pencil is waterproof.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

I've actually spent a lot of time researching beauty products, how they are produced and how they are sold.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.

I didn't grow up identifying with beauty. I grew up thinking I could be smart and funny - those are the things I got feedback on.

I don't think I've ever been called beautiful by a boy in my life. It's definitely not an English-guy thing; in London, we pride ourselves on our irony and sarcasm. You're lucky if you even get a backhanded compliment from a boy. "Your hair doesn't look terrible today"--that kind of thing.

We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.