Quotes About Beauty

Dru Anderson: You should wear some gloves. Graves: Ruins the image. Dru Anderson: You'll goddamn well freeze to death. Graves: Hey, we've got to suffer for beauty. Chicks don't go for guys in gloves. Dru Anderson: How would you know? Graves: I know. You never said if you liked shooting pool. Dru Anderson: I don't, but I'll beat your ass at it, okay? Graves: Fine. If you can. Dru.

They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.

I wondered what I'd end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn't even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn't drag that out of me. Ever.

Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky.

Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.

I try not to sleep. It disturbs the circles I'm growing under my eyes.

Cats never strike a pose that isn't photogenic.

They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.

It's important to still look like yourself on your wedding day, so I didn't do anything drastic.

Never once does 'Snow White' herself look in the mirror so she isn't aware of her beauty or what apparently that does to people. It's really just the queen and the prince that talk about it.

It's good to see art, to remember what a natural human impulse it has always been.

He didn't answer, but I wasn't bothered. I was flattered that we'd gotten to this stage already, that our minds could wander without apology. We passed through a long swath of fireflies, thousands of them flashing all round us, and it felt like soaring through stars.

So much of this trip had been spent gazing at spectacular sights, which always filled me, as this one did now, with agonizing frustration. Why couldn't I simply accept and enjoy beauty? What was it that stirred up this terrible discomfort? ...We agreed it was the impermanence, the inability to possess, the reminder of death.

Victor asks us to find the moments of heat in the writing we have done, has us circle and isolate those words, and with them we write a poem. We read them out loud. There's one about an ashtray, a sequined dress, flour on a kitchen floor. Victor says something about each one. The feeling in the room is beautiful, wide open.

Did love, she wondered, include this desperate yearning to present the world as truly beautiful to someone else?

On clear nights the stars pierce a million holes in the darkness.

I'd come to any sort of elation in the field.

Polky Polky I used to call it." "Dot Dot, actually." Hanne smiled. "Dot Dot. I thought you were the most beautiful singer in the whole world." Oda felt pitched up onto the crest of a wave, like one of those boats far out at sea.

mind Nell was writing: —ornamentation of neck, wrists, fingers —paint on face only

The gardens at Acquasanta was the nearest place to paradise that I had ever seen. Well-trimmed palm trees and sweet-smelling pines were interspersed with fruit trees bearing oranges, lemons, grapefruits, and kumquats. The branches bowed down under the weight of the golden fruit. Low box hedges bordered the flower gardens. There were cornflowers and sweet peas and arum lilies. Terra cotta pots the size of men trailed trains of ivy and overflowed with pink geraniums.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?

Feminism was established so as to allow unattractive women access to the mainstream of society.

The most beautiful thing about a tree is what you do with it after you cut it down.

That was what he'd seen in this girl, a beauty that allowed him to perceive the waste and blight infecting the word...it was as if she'd experienced life's hardness and cruelties, yet had remained somehow untarnished by them. How was it possible?