Quotes About Beauty

The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted: Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

see you what you are, you are too proud. 240   But if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you – O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crowned The nonpareil of beauty!

Then, were not summer's distillation left A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Iubirea schimb?-n limpezi frumuseÈ›i, tot ce-i m?runt È™i f?r? niciun preÈ›. Ea vede nu cu ochii, ci cu dorul; de-aceea Cupidon luându-È™i zborul, precum un orb, aÈ™a-i inf??iÈ™at... Copil nechibzuit, întraripat. Aripa-i semn c? graba îi da ghes, de-aceea se înÈ™al? atât de des.

The crow signs as sweetly as the lark when no one's paying attention to them, and I think that if the nightingale sang during the day while all the geese were cackling, people would think it sounded no better than a wren. So many things are made perfect and as they should be by good timing! But quiet. Look how the moon won't be awakened. It must be sleeping with  [Endymion

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man? CRESSIDA Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pie, for then the man's date is out.

for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

I l'esperança d'una joia és gairebé una joia comparable a la joia de l'esperança atesa.

O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touched them for his life

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!

For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art?

keep eternal springtime on thy face

Lo splendore del suo viso farebbe impallidire di vergogna quelle due stelle, come la luce del giorno fa impallidire la fiamma di un lume; e gli occhi suoi in cielo irradierebbero l'etere di un tale splendore che gli uccelli comincerebbero a cantare, credendo finita la notte.

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I could set my ten commandments in your face.

That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks, Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

Sebastian says modestly that though his twin resembled him very much , she was reputed to be beautiful. But more importantly, she had a mind that was just and beautiful. she drowned in salt water, leaving sebastian to drown her memories in the salt water of his tears.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love – and so I take my leave, In resolution as I swore before. -Hortensio

Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel from an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his fathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

was yet of many accounted beautiful.