Quotes About Beauty

Good nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty.

Ruins are ideal: the perceiver's attitudes count so heavily that one is tempted to say ruins are a way of seeing.

There are no ugly loves nor handsome prisons.

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.

Her father said, whenever the subject came up, that if she'd lose some weight, she'd find a boyfriend. She knew that wasn't necessarily the case, since plenty of girls who had perfect figures and were half her size couldn't find a boyfriend. And other girls who were overweight were happily married, engaged or had significant others.Romance, she knew, wasn't directed tied to your weight, there were a lot of other factors.

She looked long and lean and beautiful, and she was totally unaware of her looks as she called him. She had lived in a world of extraordinary-looking people for so long, and hers was a life of the mind rather than the beauty of face and body. She never thought about it, which somehow made her even more attractive.

up and walked slowly to the mirror, and then she stood there with a broad smile, and a narrow river of tears gleaming on her face. He stood behind her, at a good distance. He wanted to leave her alone. This was her moment. "Oh God, Peter, it's beautiful." He laughed softly. "Not 'it's' beautiful, silly girl. You're beautiful. It is you

Whatever happened, she had seen the sun come up once in her life over the Grand Tetons. It was impossible not to know there was a God when you saw

WINGS LOVE: POEMS

and French-braided hair

It was a beautiful day.

Quoi qu'il arrive, j'espère que vous aussi vous garderez l'espoir. Il est toujours présent, même dans nos moments les plus sombres, dans toute sa tendresse et sa beauté. Même s'il est parfois difficile à voir, c'est le don le plus précieux de tous. L'espoir est un cadeau. Un cadeau précieux, à partager. Que la vie vous soit douce.

abandoned their mother for the gorgeous girl who had shared

E il principe notò subito che la persona che tornava a casa era completamente diversa da quella che era partita. Adesso sua figlia era una donna, non più una ragazzina. Aveva amato e vissuto e lavorato, ed era cresciuta. E la bellezza dell'Africa le si era insinuata nell'anima.

you're quite a woman.

Every day contains a thousand little servings of free time you might just have overlooked. And each moment contains beauty, wonder, and models you never need to pay.

she smiled - and time was created.

Daniel Ziskind had once learned that time is created through deeds of true kindness. Days and hours and years are not time, but merely vessels for it, and too often they are empty. The world stands still, timeless and empty, until an act of generosity changes it in an instant and sends it soaring through arcs of rich seasons, moment after spinning moment of racing beauty. And then, with a single unkind deed, a single withheld hand, time ceases to exist.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

Lovely Arra Sails, nectar to all males, how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

Too easily impressed," Evanna tutted, resuming her former appearance. "You shouldn't judge by what's on the outside. Only a fool falls for a pretty face. Are you fools?

The urge to throw myself over the edge is strong. To die so beautifully, so perfectly… To fly for a handful of seconds… Become part of the sea, dashed against the rocks until I'm nothing, then swept away to the Otherworld in the company of fish, mermaids, and all the other creatures of the deep…

Men have thought me beautiful and I have played with them. Women are like that. Men have loved me, and doing what I liked with them, I have found men contemptible. And then comes this little fat detective whose name I don't know, and he acts as if i were a hag - an old squaw. Can I help then being piqued into some sort of feeling for him? Women are like that.

I had seen the girl somewhere before. She was a slender girl in a glistening blue gown that exhibited a generous spread of front, back and arms that were worth showing. She had a mass of dark brown hair above an oval face of the color that pink ought to be. Her eyes were wide-set and of a gray shade that wasn't altogether unlike the shadows on polished silver that the poet had compared them to. The Girl With The Silver Eyes