Quotes About Beauty

Each model I have represents a type of ideal women to me.

I have always believed that fashion was not made only to make women more beautiful, but also to reassure them, give them confidence.

I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer and the dance.

Now the dreary night is done, Comes again the glorious sun, Crimson clouds, and silver white, Wait upon his breaking light.

God, whose earth is touch'd with beauty / Christ, who praised the lilies gay / Sweet the service, fair the duty / That we offer here today.

The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.

You know when you see a gorgeous boy on the street and you say to your friend, "Look at him!" and then your friend makes a face like, ugly? We all have such totally varied tastes that someone is going to look at you and think, yum-yum dee-lish, no matter what you think you look like. You just have to learn to see what they see.

oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.

Husbands came and husbands went, but dreadful hair lasted forever.

three gleaming moonstones, soft and shimmering counterpoints to the clarity of the diamond.

Beautiful women. The world, at that time, was full of them, all of them furiously incandescent like dying stars.

They did not care if Pearl saw them this way. They were so artlessly beautiful, even right out of bed. Where did this ease come from? How could they be so at home, so sure of themselves, even in pajamas?

rainbow of different, beautiful lies. But now, seeing the picture

when Marilyn had leaned over his desk and kissed him, this beautiful honey-haired girl, when she came into his arms and then into his bed, James could not quite believe it. The first afternoon they'd spent together, in his tiny whitewashed studio apartment, he marveled at how her body fit so perfectly against his: her nose nestled exactly into the hollow between his collarbones; her cheek curved to match the side of his neck. As if they were two halves of a mold.

Later, when Moody saw the finished photos, he thought at first that Pearl looked like a delicate fossil, something caught for millennia in the skeleton belly of a prehistoric beast. Then he thought she looked like an angel resting with her wings spread out behind her. And then, after a moment, she looked simply like a girl asleep in a lush green bed, waiting for her lover to lie down beside her.

Sometimes you almost forgot: that you didn't look like everyone else.

The photos stirred feelings she couldn't quite frame in words, and this, she decided, must mean they were true works of art.

Hers had been just one of the pale, pretty faces, indistinguishable from the next, and though he would never fully realize it, this was the first reason he came to love her: because she had blended in so perfectly, because she had seemed so completely and utterly at home.

It strikes him that there is a beautiful symmetry to life.

In the rearview mirror she caught a glimpse of her reflection, and instead of being embarrassed to see herself stripped so naked and vulnerable, she admired the pale gleam of her own skin against the white of her bra.

The beautiful, the inessential, must be given priority if it was to exist at all.

The sunrise never failed us yet.

Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound? We can but praise, for we may not understand; But there's no more beautiful riddle the whole world round Than is hid in this heap of dust I hold in my hand.

There's no such thing is aging, but maturing and knowledge. It's beautiful, I call that beauty.