Quotes About Beauty

Highlight and contour are two major steps in getting the 'perfect' beauty look.

Fashion hasn't changed enough yet. There's too much a stereotype of beauty.

I think that women out there should just be happy with how they look, and they shouldn't really try to conform to any stereotype. Just be happy and, hopefully, healthy.

Strong is beautiful. I want to shatter that stereotype that strong isn't beautiful, because it absolutely is.

There's a whole stereotype of the jazz musician that's into poetry and reading and metaphysics and all that stuff. Really, it's a sign of someone who's searching, whose mind is open, looking for answers. Whatever ideas you may come up with, the beautiful thing is the search.

We need to appreciate the Enlightenment's broader, richer notion of happiness and make it again about finding one's place in the world, enjoying what we have and what we see in it, and appreciating the beauty of the Earth during our short time on it.

A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!

overhead the birds are calling, their cries seeming to feel the air. As i watch, they rise.. flinging their bodies against the sky, intent upon the moment, spinning and turning like embers of smoke upon the air. I envy them, this life of theirs.. the way they live so free of themselves, they are without past, without future, an exaltation of life beating in so many parts, rising up into the infinity of space. watching them i find i want to weep, and yet i have no tears.

A good garden may have some weeds.

Light, God's eldest daughter, is a principal beauty in a building.

God is infinitely beautiful in himself, and his beauty ought to attract you like a magnet to him.

The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn.

Far from the sun and summer-gale,In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid.

The meanest floweret of the vale,The simplest note that swells the gale,The common sun, the air, the skies,To him are opening paradise.

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom moveThe bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vaultThe pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'rThe moping owl does to the moon complain.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Awaits alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

A FLOWER THAT SMILES TODAY , TOMORROW DIES. ALL THAT WE WISH TO STAY, TEMPTS AND THEN FILES

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.

As in nature, as in art, so in grace it is rough treatment that gives souls, as well as stones, their luster.