Quotes About Beauty

You are beautiful no matter what they say.

I think women are sensual, beautiful beings, and I feel empowered when I express myself sexually.

I love the old Hollywood glam look: platinum blonde hair, the perfect red lip. It's very Marilyn Monroe and shows a pure feminine beauty.

V is for vanity, every time I look at me I turn myself on, yeah

The female form is much more erotic than the male, who doesn't think that?

Blues and soul and jazz music has so much pain, so much beauty of raw emotion and passion.

I definitely love women. They are more attractive to the naked eye.

A lady wants to feel pretty, no matter how much money she has.

A lady wants to feel pretty, no matter how much money she has." Ever

Angel's trumpet. Beautiful, in'it? Eating these flowers makes your troubles go away. Problem is, too much will kill ye." She laughed. "It got its name because it's the last thing you'll see before ascending into heaven.

FLOWERS FADE, FREEZE in an early frost, wither on the vine. Trees burst into flame and burn themselves out. Leaves crumble to ash.

The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.

I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of the sky like mercury on the dark water, the foaming white suds near the rocks. Ice glistens on tree branches, frost webs over dried grasses in a sparkling net. The evergreens, dusted with the light snow that fell last night, are like a forest of Christmas trees. For the first time, I am struck by the austere beauty of this place.

The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun.

Wordsworth and Keats and Shelley. Our teacher made us memorize the words to "Ode on a Grecian Urn," and alone in the kitchen now I close my eyes and whisper Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time . . . but that's all I can remember.

He frowns. "Sure is strange looking. Doubt I could sell it if I tried.

The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.

Life is too short to dance with ugly men

Rumi, the great Sufi poet, wrote: Today like every other day we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when the lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From the summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

I thought, well, you might see curves there, but that's just a bone - so even if I lose weight that's not going to change anything. That's how I look. That's my shape. Do the math.