Quotes About Beauty

Just you, darling. Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

She had large, wide-set green eyes, and long brown hair that curled slightly and turned to gold at the tips. She wore a long, straight blue dress that accentuated the slimness of her frame. She was perhaps an inch taller than Peter, and by the look of her she took baths.

I really, really like Suzana Delgado, who is the most beautiful girl in the eighth grade and probably the world. She has like 183 million Instagram followers.

I was born into a town and a family and the town ad my family happened to me. I own none of it. It is everyone's. It is shareware. I like it, I like having been a part of it, I would kill or die to protect those who are part of it, but I don not claim exclusivity. Have it Take it from me. Do with is what you will. Make it useful. This is like making electricity from dirt; it is almost too good to be believed, that we can make beauty from this stuff.

How lame this is, how small, terrible. Or maybe it is beautiful. I can't decide if what I am doing is beautiful and noble and right, or small and disgusting.

I fear that even if it is beautiful in the abstract, that my doing it knowing that it's beautiful and worse, knowing that I will very soon be documenting it, that in my pocket is a tape recorder brought for just that purpose—that all this makes this act of potential beauty somehow gruesome. I am a monster.

At Loch Mor we walked down a spongy hill to a valley. The sun was dropping then dropped, leaving a sky of frilly reds. The moon appeared too soon. The valley sloped around a teardrop-shaped lake, pink with the bizarre fuchsia bursts of the late-coming sunset. Violet heather bruised the green weedy ground as we jumped down. This was a place conceived in a burst of emotion by a melancholy boy.

Every day some scientist discovered a new species of frog or waterlily, and that, too, seemed to confirm some divine showman, some celestial inventor putting new toys before us, hidden but hidden poorly, just where we might happen upon them.

I think my teeth provide a necessary respite from the eerie perfection of everyone else's.

Het zonlicht over de schouder van de winkelbediende was wit en gelijkmatig, en toen hij ons glazen water inschonk was het het helderste water dat ik ooit had gezien. Het was de onverdunde ziel van de wereld.

Through the smal tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the trees calligraphic.

It's big, but isn't it beautiful?" Kathy asked. "Yes, like you!" he joked. "Watch it," she said. "I can lose this weight, but you're never growing that hair back.

It was great to see the owls, I said. She smiled. Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.

The body is soft, beautiful, vulnerable. It's easy to threaten it. It's easy to harm it. It takes next to nothing to cause pain, to draw blood, to break bones. Takes next to nothing to blast a body to bits. It's much harder to protect it, she says, and much more important.

It needn't look like any particular thing at all. How could we imagine that we could make a world as perfect and as lovely as the world that God has made? All we can do is to do our best. Paint and draw. Create your own beautiful imperfect world.

It's called evolution. You must know that. Yes, we are.' She looked up from her book. 'I would hope, though,' she went on, 'that we also have some rather more beautiful ancestors. Don't you?' --Mina

Well, well," she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it. "You're right," she says. "The boy's a living work of art.

You're so beautiful, Ella,' I told her. I tried to tell her more, but the words I had were not enough and the sounds came out as useless gasps and murmurs. I just held her close, closer. I ached to protect her from all darkness, all pain, and all death.

They're common, but nevertheless very beautiful. A sparrow. These are tits.

He'd been given an assignment to write about teen beauty pageants [...], which he'd accepted because he enjoyed blood sports as much as the next person.

For me, the Canyon isn't just a tourist destination. It's a living, breathing place. It has a dozen plants that live nowhere else.

inherited along with her dark good looks.

Doch im Augenblick, in dieser Minute, wohnte dem Ort unleugbar eine schlichte, tief sitzende Schönheit inne.

sheen on the water's surface that could be