Quotes About Beauty

Fireflies are free, so beautiful. (Les lucioles sont libres, donc belles.)"

Flower is breathed in its height. (Fleur se respire - Dans sa hauteur.)

Le smile of a child expands the universe. (D'un enfant le sourire agrandit l'univers)

Nails can be varnished, But they also claw. (Ongles peuvent être vernis, - Mais ils griffent aussi.)

No one has seen God, but I have seen your eyes. (Personne n'a vu Dieu, - Mais j'ai vu tes yeux.)

Passion is a rough diamond: reduced to be more beautiful. (C'est diamant brute la passion: - Diminuera pour être plus beau.)

Silence is an ornament which is visible from the inside. (Le silence est une parure Qui se voit de l'intérieur)

Stars are cracks of light for night than pierces the heart. (Étoiles sont fissures de lumière - De la nuit que transperce le cœur.)

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs Font la mer noire)

The eyes have undressed things that hands have dressed.

The most beautiful painting holds by a hard nail. (La plus belle peinture - Tient par un clou dur.)

The petals of their lips don't have the thorn of bodies. (Les pétales de leur lèvres N'ont pas l'épine des corps)

The Smile of a Child makes the Universe larger. (Le sourire d'un enfant agrandit l'univers)

The soul is like pollen : it reminds it.

Water shines under the sun. But the sun dries it. (Eau brille sous soleil - Qui pourtant l'assèche.)

You're so pretty as the apple blooms again for joy that you give. (Tu es si jolie que la pomme - Refleurit pour joie que tu donnes.)

Your eyes stole at dawn his clarity. (Tes yeux ont volé A l'aube sa clarté)

Your eyes stole at dawn its light.

Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.

She's the ornament of her sex.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep.

The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power.

Oh gracious, why wasn't I born old and ugly?

Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!