Quotes About Beauty

Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.

The world is perfect there. Or maybe you're perfect and the world is the same.

Since with all my soul I behold the face of my beloved, therefore all the beauty of his form is seen in me.

Just as many questions might be started for debate among people sitting up at night as to the kind of thing that sunshine is, and then the simple appearing of it in all its beauty would render any verbal description superfluous, so every calculation that tries to arrive conjecturally at the future state will be reduced to nothingness by the object of our hopes, when it comes upon us.

Time had not altered the beauty of his countenance, nor darkened the brightness of his eyes. He continued on the same, preserved in an incorruptible beauty in the corruptibleness of nature.

I remember the cloud on its blue bicycle gliding over the leaves under the bare branches. You and I were walking. You wore your long green dress with the hem frayed so the loose threads seemed like tiny roots. We were holding hands when my hand became a yellow scarf and you stood waving it slowly. from "Daffodil Poem

The sky is gray and the big lake is duller and darker than the sky. In this dull light every color is accentuated, especially her skin. Her skin is white. The whiteness of her skin is like a thick, pale candle with a flame deep inside of it. In this light, the trees radiate greenness. Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

Nothing,' wrote Tolstoy, 'can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness.

one flaw throws the loveliness of [everything else] into focus. I remember reading that Shakers deliberately introduced a mistake into the things they made, to show that man shouldn't aspire to the perfection of God. Flawed can be more perfect than perfection.

All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call "aware"--an almost untranslatable word meaning something like "beauty tinged with sadness.

Beauty — in projection and perceiving — is 99.9% attitude.

She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.

She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.

With the possible exception of clothes, beauty salons and Frank Sinatra, there are few subjects all women agree upon.

It was in this atmosphere of war, heroism, and controversy that my wife's grandmother, Johanna Boel Sigurdardottir, met and fell in love with Samuel Emmett Hearn Jr. He was a gallant soldier, and she was a natural beauty.

You will also allow me to thank the Academy for inviting me to lecture in Stockholm, for its hospitality, and for the opportunity afforded me for admiring the charm of your people and the beauty of your country.

Questa mostruosa perdita della bellezza del mondo è il nostro castigo per averne creata una superiore per mezzo dell'arte?

C'était et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'était au déclin de la beauté...

Her eyes were dancing like those of angels.

L'anémone et l'ancolie Ont poussé dans le jardin Où dort la mélancolie Entre l'amour et le dédain Il y vient aussi nos ombres Que la nuit dissipera Le soleil qui les rend sombres Avec elles disparaîtra Les déités des eaux vives Laissent couler leurs cheveux Passe il faut que tu poursuives Cette belle ombre que tu veux

Et que j'aime ô saison que j'aime tes rumeurs Les fruits tombant sans qu'on les cueille Le vent et la forêt qui pleurent Toutes leurs larmes en automne feuille à feuille Les feuilles Qu'on foule Un train Qui roule La vie S'écoule

Je buvais à pleins verres les étoiles

Mon beau navire ô ma mémoire Avons-nous assez navigué Dans une onde mauvaise à boire Avons-nous assez divagué De la belle aube au triste soir

Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood It was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline