Quotes About Beauty

I can't live without my beauty products. I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit, morning, noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers, using my body scrubs and lotions.

Just being here with the beautiful Miss Hannah Dandridge makes it worth my while. I much prefer scavenging for food in the company of pretty gals over killin' men." He sobered and rubbed his chin. "Yes, sir, I prefer just about anything to killin'." "Well, I wish you luck with Miss Dandridge. You will most likely find a battlefield easier to manage.

Have you ever seen anything so lovely?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the sky. "No, ma'am, I haven't." She turned to find the lieutenant watching her. Hannah felt her cheeks grow hot and looked away.

So tell me more about Miss Hannah. Is she your gal?" Tyler asked. "Hardly. She's no one's gal that I can see. She's her own woman through and through." Tyler laughed. "I haven't seen anyone so pretty since leavin' to join up.

She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of moon glow, her eyes the soft, silvery blue of a mist-shrouded lake. Dusted pink as new blush roses, the color of her lips and cheeks gleamed against the creamy whiteness of her skin. For a second he wondered if she was a phantom brought on by too much drink, her ethereal beauty more in keeping with a faerie story than reality.

She looked beautiful and very innocent, her vibrant blue eyes wide with what he guessed was shock. Her cheeks were stained pink with more of the nerves she hadn't been able to hide during the ceremony. As for her rosy mouth, her lips were slightly parted and ripe for kissing. 'Mine,' he thought primitively. 'Mine to touch and taste and claim at my leisure.

Grace. Her name whispered through Jack's mind like the silken stroke of a hand. He'd never seen her look as pretty as she did tonight, the vibrant bronze hue of her gown lending her skin a creamy luminosity, her hair gleaming a rich, fiery red that reminded him of living flame. And passion. He wondered if that same intense fire lay hidden inside her, and he relished the idea of finding out.

I don't think this city is ugly. And I don't believe in fairy tales.

He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

time never stops, but does it end? and how many lives before take-off, before we find ourselves beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?

We wept to be reminded of such color.

IVY: Mom believes women don't grow more attractive with age. KAREN: Oh, I disagree, I— VIOLET: I didn't say they "don't grow more attractive," I said they get ugly. And it's not really a matter of opinion, Karen dear. You've only just started to prove it yourself.

All women need makeup. Don't let anybody tell you different. The only woman who was pretty enough to go without makeup was Elizabeth Taylor and she wore a ton.

There are a thousand beautiful things behind that look. A marvelous sort of ache that only a few people know about. Some miraculous sort of sorrow she's managed to walk away from.

Learning to live with wounded places is a mission threaded with find¬ing and making beauty. If I'm open to the likelihood of it, I can always find beauty under any circumstances, whether it's in a kindly gesture from a stranger or the first shoot of greenery shoving up through the waste of a calamitous event. Beauty is the antidote to grief and despair, and it is the one sure thing I can bring to bear when I confront a place that has fallen on hard times.

You Cannot Escape Beauty And You Cannot Stop Being Attracted To It, Because Beauty Allures. Beauty Seduces. Beauty Wants You To Come Closer.

The fact that Sticky had briefly had a girlfriend, for instance, until she broke up with him for remarking upon her pulchritude. ("She didn't believe me when I told her it meant 'beauty,'" Sticky said.

But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail

But Mama taught me that a girl's good looks soon fade, while what's in her heart just keeps getting more beautiful.

A garden is a way of showing that you believe in tomorrow.

The place is special, but mostly because how it turns my thoughts." He looked around them. "When I look at mountains like that, I have to believe there is a God who is caring, artistic, and a bit on the wild side. I wanted to get to know more of His heart and knew this was the place to do it.

A lot of men tend to want "models" I tell men, unless they look like a model themselves, they can't expect to land one.

Una obra de arte jamás es bella, por decreto, objetivamente, para todos.