Quotes About Beauty

Och snön, den föll och föll.

After the rain, good weather. In the wink of an eye, the universe throws off its muddy clothes.

Book-love, I say again, lasts throughout life, it never flags or fails, but, like Beauty itself, is a joy forever.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

Well, even if the serpent bites off your head," says Tatterfell, "the rest of you will still look good." "That's the spirit," I tell her.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

It's the flaw that brings out the beauty.

Fairy tales are full of girls who wait, who endure, who suffer. Good girls. Obedient girls. Girls who crush nettles until their hands bleed. Girls who haul water for witches. Girls who wander through deserts or sleep in ashes or make homes for transformed brothers in the woods. Girls without hands, without eyes, without the power of speech, without any power at all. But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

Cardan gazes at a rosebush with petals so black and glossy they look like patent leather. ¨It was terrifying,¨ he says, ¨watching you fall. I mean, you´re generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before.¨ ¨Mortals are fragile,¨ I say. ¨Not you,¨ he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. ¨You never break.¨ Page 159

Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag's carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold. Be good, but not too good. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be honest, but not too honest. Maybe no one got lucky. Maybe it was too hard.

I like all the things that make you monstrous.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

What do they do?" I ask. He laughs. "They are beautiful - isn't that enough?

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

He's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things.

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I'm not very good at explaining things," she said. "But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with them.