Quotes About Beauty

Her beauty took one's breath away, like a sudden pain.

Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness – and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Love, truth, beauty, wisdom and consolation against death.

The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun drifting through the damp fog above.

He had lived in Venice for more than fifteen years and he still didn't know all the city's nooks and crannies — but then again no one did.

No son historias, Lengua de Brujo, es la pura verdad! ¿Es que ya no la reconoces cuando la ves? Cierto: es una chica fea y no es agradable mirarla a la cara.

The Hartliebs had no time for the snow. Outside their window, San Giorgio Maggiore seemed to be floating on the lagoon as if it had just surfaced there. The view was so beautiful that Victor felt his heart ache. Esther and her husband, however, stood side by side with their backs to the window.

Let us use our magic and enchantments to conjure up a woman out of flowers." … Math and Gwydyon took the flowers of oak and broom and meadowsweet and from these conjured up the loveliest and most beautiful girl anyone had seen; they baptized her with the form of baptism that was used then, and named her Blodeuedd. "Math Son of Mathonwy," from The Mabinogion, translated by Jeffrey Gantz

Es schneite, als sie ans Seeufer ins Freie traten, und hinter ihnen verschwand die Burg zwischen den wirbelden Flecken, als löse sie sich auf in Weiß. Die Welt um sie her war so still, als hätte sie alle Worte aufgebraucht, als wäre nun alles erzählt, was es in dieser Welt zu erzählen gab.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. William Shakespeare, Sonnets, No. 130

I am like a goldsmith hammering day and night Just so I can extend pain Into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada's wing Xi Murong

It's a world full of terror and beauty (...) and I could always understand why Dustfinger felt homesick for it.

Dir wachsen einfach nur neue Blätter, Caspia, dachte sie, wie dem jungen Löwenzahn und der Kapuzinerkresse.

but she did nothing to make her face prettier, since it was her opinion that beautiful women might be desired but were never respected, certainly not feared.

die Wahrheit ... ist ein hässliches Mädchen. Man schaut ihr nicht gern ins Gesicht.«

A lua parecia uma foice faminta no céu quando eles saíram do moinho.

My darling," she said at last, "are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?" "I don't mind at all," I said. "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you." Roald Dahl, The Witches

It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest; the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living. Sir David Attenborough

But beautiful was not the opposite of terrible. The two could easily coexist.

She reminded me of some of the women I'd known in the Middle East, brave fuckers who'd managed to look like a million bucks even as their cities were being pounded to gravel around their pretty shoulders, fearless beneath their hijabs and glamorous even when they were covered in dust and blood.

Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about

I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.

Now the birds & trees & the moroccan kitties are my muse.

Du bist gerade erst gegangen und schon erscheinen unsere gemeinsamen Orte so viel schöner und bedeutungsvoller. Wieso wolltest du all das nur hinter dir lassen? Was rede ich, meine Welt ist doch nicht bedeutungsvoller, sondern leerer. Was nützt der atemberaubende Blick aufs Meer schon ohne dich? Gar nichts.

Worrying won't help it turn up any sooner. And look!" continued the giant. "If you waste your time worrying, how will you have a moment to see how beautiful the world is?