Quotes About Beauty

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon. I lower my head and think of home.

It's long since I've gone to the East Mountains. How many seasons have the tiny roses bloomed? White clouds - unblown - fall apart. In whose court has the bright moon dropped?

Drunk we lie down in empty hills,heaven and earth our quilt and pillow.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

My little boat is made of ebony; My flute stops are pure gold. Water loosens stains from silk; Wine loosens sadness from the heart. With good wine, a graceful boat, And a sweet girl's love, Why be jealous of mere gods?

Beauty persists. Which, as truths go, complicates all we need to know.

A certain kind comes very fast, but unexpectedly, like a feeling about work on behalf of beauty no one devours: those carrot birds, those radish flowers.

For all of nature's wonder and beauty, it is also hostile and unpredictable.

La vida parece más bella y efímera que nunca, pues se puede perder en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?

Every day I think, 'Gosh, you look a bit tired today,' and it's just recently occurred to me that it's not that I'm tired, it's that this is the way I look now.

It's because a woman's entire self-worth rests on her looks," said Jane. "That's why. It's because we live in a beauty-obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

Everyone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.

It shouldn't matter. She knew it shouldn't matter. But the fact was that some people were so unacceptably, hurtfully beautiful, it made you feel ashamed. Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see. This was what a woman was meant to look like. Exactly this.

It's because we live in a beauty-obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

When she looked at photos of her children when they were little, she sometimes thought, Did I notice how beautiful they were? Was I actually there? Did I just skim the surface of my entire damned life?)

But I feel ugly, because one man said it was so, and that made it so. It's pathetic.

She didn't want to admit, even to herself, just how much the aging of her face really did genuinely depress her. She wanted to be above such superficial concerns. She wanted to be depressed about the state of the world, not the crumpling and creasing of her skin. Each time she saw evidence of the natural aging of her body, she felt irrationally ashamed, as if she weren't trying hard enough.

It's like telling a blind person, "Oh, sure, you get to see mountains and sunsets, but there are also rubbish dumps and pollution!

This Thursday night felt like adolescence: exquisitely painful and sharply beautiful.

Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me? It had seemed like a really genuine, friendly whistle too. It was a little humiliating just how much time she'd devoted to analyzing that whistle.