Quotes About Beauty

Le bonheur est la poésie des femmes.

Happiness is the inner poetry of women, just as fine clothes are the mask of beauty

I had youth, beauty, two advantages conferred by chance, and of which we are as proud as if they were hard-won.

She was white like the sands, tawny like the sands, solitary and burning like the sands.

The faint hints of color in her complexion, her tawny blond hair, her extraordinary thinness, all spoke of that unearthly grace modern poets find in the medieval statues. Had she been happy, she'd have been ravishing: happiness constitutes pure poetry, for women.

She was, as you know already without as yet knowing anything, the Lily of this valley, where she grew for heaven, filling it with the fragrance of her virtues.

Ah! Comme une existence peut devenir orageuse entre les quatre murs d'une mansarde! L'ame umaine est une fée, elle métamorphose une paille en diamants; sous sa bageutte les palais anchantés éclosent comme les fleurs des champs sous les chauds inspirations du soleil.

Elle était jolie par juxtaposition.

Kaunis ei ole sen arvoista kuin kestävä, ja kestävä, se olen minä!

Bir ak?am onu bir günbat?m? önünde dindarca dü?ünür buldum, güne? vadiyi bir yatak gibi göstererek doruklar? öyle bir ?ehvetle k?zart?yordu ki, do?an?n yarat?klar?n? a?ka ça??rmas?na arac?l?k eden ?u duras?z ilahiler ilahisini duymamak olanaks?zd?.

Beauty is the greatest of human powers. All autocratic, unbridled power, with nothing to counterbalance it, leads to abuse, to mad excess. Despotism is power gone mad. In women, despotism takes the form of satisfying their whims.

Existen palabras que, semejantes a las trompetas, a los címbalos o al bombo de los titiriteros, atraen siempre al público. Las palabras belleza, gloria, poesía, poseen un sortilegio que seduce incluso a los espíritus más toscos.

Les fruits de l'amour passent vite, ceux de l'art sont immortels.

Mademoiselle de Fontaine had an ideal standard which was to be the model. A young man who at the first glance did not fulfil the requisite conditions did not even get a second look.

Those few hours had bleached her; she had lost a woman's last glow of autumn color. Her eyes were red and swollen, nothing of their beauty remained, nothing looked out of them save her bitter and exceeding grief; it was as if a gray cloud covered the place through which the sun had shone.

I begin to perceive," said La Briere, smiling, "that there is something poisonous in glory, as there is in certain dazzling flowers.

I hate your city. It has standardized all the beauty out of life. It is one big railroad station -- with all the people taking tickets for the best cemeteries.

It has been calculated that ninety-three million women in all parts of the world have ruined their complexions, and therefore, their souls, by Pemberton's creams and lotions for saving the same; and that nearly three-tenths of the alcohol consumed in prohibition counties is obtained in Pemberton's tonics and blood-builders and women's specifics, the last being regarded by large farmers with beards as especially tasty and stimulating.

The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods.

One time I said that you were my soul. And that still goes. You're all the things that I see in a sunset when I'm driving in from the country, the things that I like but can't make poetry of.

For the first rate poet, nothing short of a Queen or a Chimera is adequate for the powers of his praise.

Palace women like blossoms filled springtime galleries here. There's nothing left now--only quail breaking into flight.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other-- Only the mountain and I.

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night it was.... In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed, But at last drunkenness overtook us.