Quotes About Beauty

You can be gorgeous at thirty, charming at forty, and irresistible for the rest of your life.

I never met a model I didn't like," says Nick Laws in The Shallow Man (The Dolce Vita Press, 2010/thedolcevitapress.com)

Poems, Dramatic and Miscellaneous

You're the Nile,You're the Tower of Pisa,You're the smileOn the Mona Lisa….But if, Baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

MARY'S HIDING Before these possessions you love slip away, say what Mary said when she was surprised by Gabriel, I'll hide inside God. Naked in her room she saw a form of beauty that could give her new life. Like the sun coming up, or a rose as it opens. She leaped, as her habit was, out of herself into the divine presence. There was fire in the channel of her breath. Light and majesty came. I am smoke from that fire and proof of its existence, more than any external form.

In the front yard lives the oldest thing around, a white oak That I used to say is my love for the world, That I now would just call love as it is. Belonging to nobody, no metaphor, the very.

Donít eat too many almonds; they add weight to the breasts.

It's nothing to be born ugly. Sensibly, the ugly woman comes to terms with her ugliness and exploits it as a grace of nature. To become ugly means the beginning of a calamity, self-willed most of the time.

Girls usually have a paper m'chÈ face on their wedding day.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

what an ennobling sadness you lent to my evening's enjoyment.

Minne, pâle comme une nuit de lune, se réchauffe, un peu blessée, à ce feu de couleurs, et parfois, toute nue au soleil, un miroir à la main, cherche en vain, à travers son corps mince, l'ombre plus noire de son squelette élégant.

She (her mother) noticed that I was prettier than I was at home. Thus do girls change color in the warmth of masculine desire, whether they are fifteen or thirty.

Beautiful? For whom? Why, for myself, of course.

Tu es comme l'odeur des roses (…) tu ôtes l'appétit.

Her stormy eyes, her sincere sensuality, the softness of her skin and her voice

Le blanc bleuté de ses yeux, presque aussi bleu que sa claire robe d'été, l'arrangement parfait et superflu de sa joue, de sa bouche et de ses paupières, ne le touchèrent pas.

Held captive beneath the translucent skin, the seven colours of the rainbow flickered with some secret fire of their own all over the surface of each precious sphere. Chéri recognized the pearl with a dimple, the slightly egg-shaped pearl, and the biggest pearl of the string, distinguishable by its unique pink. 'These pearls, these at least, are unchanged! They and I remain unchanged.

The fairies have washed their linen in the water of your dress.

Les beaux yeux qui ne demandent qu'à sourire !

No, she was not like a lover to me, for I forgot that she was beautiful, that we had come together in despite of a man, in the deep and growing indifference we felt toward that man. We were join in an infinity so pure that I never thought of death...

Philippe did not know how to express such a thought as: 'All too few are the occasions in life when, with mind content, eyes surfeited with beauty, heart light, retentive, and almost empty, there comes a moment for the senses to be filled to overflowing: I shall remember this as just such a moment.

A qui vit aux champs et se sert de ses yeux, tout devient miraculeux et simple. To those who dwell in the fields and use their eyes, everything becomes miraculous and simple