Quotes About Beauty

The braided weeds and briars of her hair fall around her, serving as a cape. Large black eyes peer out from the tangle. She wears a gown of drab cloth and bark. When she moves, I see her feet are bare. Rings shine on several of her toes.

Taryn is beautiful in her heavily embroidered dress, and Vivi radiant in soft violet grey with artfully sewn moths seeming to fly from her shoulder across her chest to gather in another group on one side of her waist. I realise how rarely I've seen her in truly splendid clothes. Her hair is up, and my earrings glitter in her lightly furred ears. Her cat eyes gleam in the half light, twin to Madoc's. For once, that makes me smile.

Will you dance with me?' I ask Cardan, sinking in to a curtsey, acid in my voice. 'For I find you every bit as beautiful as you find me.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

Her eyes are the bright blue of chipped beach glass.

She did not need anyone else's love when she had roses.

Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.

see the blessing and beauty that you are.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Rosy-fingered dawn appeared, the early-born.

Words like winter snowflakes.

Even if you gods, and all the goddesses too, should be looking on, yet would I be glad to sleep with golden Aphrodite.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

Marge, you're as pretty as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.

Nothing is so discreet as a young face, for nothing is less mobile; it has the serenity, the surface smoothness, and the freshness of a lake. There is no character in womens faces before the age of thirty.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

Love is the poetry of the senses!

Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enermous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

La solitude est une belle chose; mais il faut quelqu'un pour vous dire que la solitude est une belle chose.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.