Quotes About Beauty

Old because her feet were gnarled and dusty, her eyes a deep, fiery orange, and she was beautiful. Beautiful like a granite cliff or a thunder-cloud.

Gos had steely pinions and a mad marigold eye, and hopped and flew and mantled his great wings over a fist of raw liver. He cheeped like a songbird and was terrified of cars. I liked Gos. Gos was comprehensible, even if the writer was utterly beyond understanding.

Looking for goshawks is like looking for grace: it comes, but not often, and you don't get to say when or how.

It struck me then that perhaps the bareness and wrongness of the world was an illusion; that things might still be real, and right, and beautiful, even if I could not see them - that if I stood in the right place, and was lucky this might somehow be revealed to me.

It seemed monstrous that people who could only afford cheap houses should find themselves automatically surrounded by ugliness.

A corpse is seldom attractive.

She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.

People underestimate the freckled.

Most of the people who say beauty fades say it with a smirk. Fading is more than just expected, it's what they want to see. I don't.

Her gingerbread keeps and keeps. It outlasts all daintier gifts. Flowers wilt and shed mottled petals, mold blooms greenish-white on chocolate truffles, and Harriet's gingerbread hunkers down in its tin, no more attractive than the day it arrived, but no more repellent either.

His dear face - his thrice-broken nose, his summer eyes.

Hers were gloriously improbable tales, stuffed with happy coincidences, eternal devotion, and the unwavering recognition of inner beauty.

I'm not saying I'm amazing or anything, but I'm decent-looking. Why shouldn't a decent-looking girl expect to be kissed?

A house of stone and glass and iron should be stark and sober, a watchtower from which a benevolent guard is kept on society. But the white stone of this particular house rippled as if reacting to a hand that had found its most pleasurable contact. A notable newspaper critic had described this effect as being that of "a pernicious sensuality." And if that wasn't enough, the entire construction blushed a truly disgraceful peachy-pink at sunset and dawn.

When he's a bachelor, life's tough because he has everything he needs except Miss Right, and when he finds a sweetheart with the full package—beauty, brains, sweet temper—she's too much, she's smothering him.

Was turning it this way and that in order to catch fireflies in the billowing, transparent left sleeve of her gown.

Have you forgotten about our fox? The one who now had an eye for beauty, and an inclination to set it apart from other things . . .

A girl grew up in a field. Well, in a house, with her family, but the house was surrounded by stalks of wheat as tall as saplings. The girl's earliest memories are framed in breeze-blown green and gold. Ice and moonlight, sunshine and monsoon, the wheat was there, tickling her, tipping ladybirds and other pets into her lap

Safiye looked as if she was formed of fire herself, particles of flame dancing the flesh of her arm into existence. That or she was returning to fire.

Rowan's physical effect- godlike jawline, long-lashed eyes, umber skin, rakish quiff of hair- is that of lightening strike.

challenge, the way anything that came under discussion could be claimed or rejected by either side. Time and time again the power of an idea or a piece of art was assessed by either its beauty or its technique or its usefulness, and time and time again my wife was surprised by how rarely anything on earth satisfies all three camps." He

We are called to reflect the Lord's beauty through our lives as much as through our words, and God will use this in His own perfect time.

A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.

Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.