Quotes About Beauty

When you stop to smell roses, be careful not to inhale bee.

Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dreamThat over Persian roses flew to kissThe curlèd lashes of Semiramis.Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.

There is an uncommonly harsh beauty to the Tibetan landscape. Its nakedness makes it seem incapable of deception, but under its calm deportment it conceals winds so brutal that yaks are known to die while their jaws are in masticating bliss. On hot summer days the sun licks up the rain within minutes. No puddles are formed; no moisture lingers in the air. It is only the droplets on tiny leaves of the baby turnip plant that betray rain.

This land makes me believe anything is possible. Here lies a gift unraveled as was meant to be: within its many folds are men, beasts, insects and grass. The green goes on and on in relentless beauty. As I look at the land I am heartbroken thinking of the future when I will not be here and when this place, too, will be something else.

I yearn for flowers that bend with the wind and rain.

obsession with beauty (longing for beauty / fear of aging).

Shine: clear dew aching with light.

I stop paying attention because as much as I love beauty, I hate stupidity, and seeing the two combined pisses me off.

But there's also all this meaning in there, you know? All this human emotion. Beauty, conflict, joy, dissonance, resolution. He makes it all so clear." "Like a story," Adam says. Beauty, conflict, joy, dissonance, resolution. "Yes," Callum says. "Like a story. You get it.

He sees the scar over his eye. It will fade eventually, but it will never disappear. It will never be as good as new. Maybe that's okay. Maybe being good as new is overrated.

Just so you know," Rebecca says, staring at nothing. "The confusion doesn't go away. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. You just have to figure out how to take that confusion, and turn it into something beautiful.

Dazzling, Grandeur, Exquisite," Glory muttered, adding those to the list of things she'd memorized in the last day. "And the last one? Let me guess — Splendiferous? Astonishing? Too Beautiful for Dragon Eyes to Bear?" "That's Fruit Bat," said Kinkajou.

All my life I have desperately wanted an ugly necklace.

Glory had her tail curled around her talons and was holding her wings in close as wave after wave of odd colors spread through her scales. Deathbringer put one wing around her, gently, and she let him.

His sister glittered with coils of gemstones, long twisted ropes of pearls and opals and sapphires circling her torso and ankles. Indigo's only adornment was a necklace woven from dark purple seaweed, which Fathom had made for her last week. He liked it because the color matched her eyes. He liked her because

She lifted her head, breathing in the wild sea air.

A gust of wind lifted a spray of sand and danced it across the dunes.

She held out her own perfect, beautiful talons, decorated with three glittering rings.

The flower lived.

Darkstalker spread his wings, looking deeply injured. His rage vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "It was not animus-touched. I didn't do anything to it at all. I just thought it was beautiful and that Fathom would like it. You have an overly suspicious mind, Violet." "Indigo," Fathom corrected him automatically, dazed.

She was white with a scattering of gray-blue scales that looked like rippling shadows across her wings, and she moved like a confident predator.

The sun was just starting to sink below the trees.

Her smile made him feel as if lightning were crackling under his scales.

Blaze doesn't like any dragons prettier than she is. Which Glory is. Not that I've noticed, myself, personally. It's just a fact.