Quotes About Beauty

The cute brunette—and damn, was she cute!— turned her back on the covered painting as she changed, which gave him a perfect view. Sweet, pert breasts, as yet defiant of gravity and not weighed down with the responsibility of childbirth. Strong limbs, long legs, a flat stomach rippled with the subtle evidence of running and other exercise. And she shaved. Most college kids her age did, he'd come to learn. That didn't do it for Sitterson

Dry snow coming down in the hills. Magpies hair-triggered and thuggish in worn trees. A wall has started to fall in you, it will take years to land.

the Irish... qualities are hidden, besmirched, by that what has been imposed upon us, just as the fine, splendid surface of Ireland is besmirched by our towns and villages

What is that curling flower of wonder As white as snow, as red as blood? When Death goes by in flame and thunder And rips the beauty from the bud.

Summer lightning made it seem that flickering white-hot wires were turning in the terribly blue sky just above the horizon, and the recent storms had driven in toward shore hundreds of gigantic Portuguese man-o'-wars that now hung below the surface of the water like big malignant pearls.

Motion is beauty and beauty is motionsless.

Beautiful women can be like dynamite," (I said to Paul.)… "Now, now. There's nothing wrong with dynamite if it's treated right," he said. It's the men who go around with lighted matches that cause the trouble. By that, I mean they've got their dicks hanging out of their trousers all the time. You can see how that can be a problem for the ladies?

Beauty's all around me right here. It's not in a textbook. It's not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

Cassidy brings something beautiful to me from the outside. Aimee brings something beautiful up from the depths of my insides. "I can't dance like Cassidy," she says. "Yeah, but you dance like Aimee. And that's perfect.

And then there are the ex-girlfriends. They look incredible, every one of them.

I've never seen her laugh like this before. It's a sight to behold, a wonder, like the Eiffel Tower or the World's Largest Prairie Dog.

Now, thinking back on my exes is like looking at a flowerbed on the other side of a window. They're beautiful, but you can't touch them.

His wife isn't attractive in any official way, but she is beautiful. It's awesome when she shows up at the store—her face beams, his face beams, and I'm sure my face beams just from watching the two of them.

You think beauty's in some classroom or some textbook, and it's not. That's not what it's about. This right here. This is beautiful. All of this. That's all you need.

Black beauty - he's a dark horse.

Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.

And as an artist, as someone who writes stories and tries to make words into beautiful forms, it's vitally important to me, especially in a culture that's forgotten the value of beauty. It's a primary source or inspiration, I guess, when so much of what goes on around you is only about money and big swinging dick capitalism. It's important for blokes to be able to do beautiful stuff, impractical stuff, that adds to life. That's an early life-lesson from surfing.

Why read poetry if you don't want to fall in love?

We the people of Montana, grateful to God for the quiet beauty of our state, the grandeur of its mountains, the vastness of its rolling plains Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Loveliness, he said, is paid for in the currency of suffering.

For all the horror, the land was not without its magic... After a rain- or hailstorm had rumbled through, the sky was open and embracing, the breeze only a soft whisper against the songs of meadowlarks and cooing of doves... Robin's egg blue was the color of mornings without fear. At night, you could see the stars behind the stars. Infinity was never an abstraction on the High Plains.

I care to live only to entice people to look at nature's loveliness," Muir said

Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.

Here in the corner attic of America, two hours' drive from a rain forest, a desert, a foreign country, an empty island, a hidden fjord, a raging river, a glacier, and a volcano is a place where the inhabitants sense they can do no better, nor do they want to.