Quotes About Beauty

life was a glorious catastrophe.

Spokane is old, and it is beautiful like old things are, lit from within by nostalgia and hard times.

The first impression one gets of Michael Deane is of a man constructed of wax, or perhaps prematurely embalmed. After all these years, it may be impossible to trace the sequence of facials, spa treatments, mud baths, cosmetic procedures, lifts and staples, collagen implants, outpatient touch-ups, tannings, Botox injections, cyst and growth removals, and stem-cell injections that have caused a seventy-two-year-old man to have the face of a nine-year-old Filipino girl.

I see perfection in things that are likely considered imperfections by others.

Reality is not necessarily my friend—then again, neither are dreams—but this moment, this reality, is beautiful.

So stay. It seems to take forever for him to answer, and his hands are still playing with my hair, his lips still darting against mine every few seconds. I can't He steps back and takes my hand to move me out of the way of the door. I'd give anything to stay, but I can't. You're stunning, Blythe. He gives me an almost-sad smile. But I just can't stay. It's too much.

Celeste knew that, according to societal standards at least, she was attractive, but she didn't quite understand why those standards existed in the first place. Her appearance had nothing to do with the strange creature that she was.

Everything is violently perfect! Why would you ask? Violently perfect? That's an odd word choice...

At school my boobs were bigger than all my friends' and I was afraid to show them. Now I feel like they make my outfits look better. They're like an accessory.

How is it you're so beautiful and so fucking ugly inside! You know it wouldn't take much to make your outside look like your inside!! I could just chop your brain out! It doesn't deserve such a pretty body...

The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for this very reason the landscape drew me, claimed me as nothing had in a long time.

The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow.

And yet she didn't want to kill herself. She loved the world too much, and people. She loved taking long walks in the late afternoon, and observing her surroundings. She loved the green of the sea, the light of dusk, the rocks scattered on the sand. She loved the taste of a red pear in autumn, the full, heavy winter moon that shone amid the clouds. She loved the warmth of her bed, a good book to read without being interrupted. To enjoy that, she would have lived forever.

He looks up at her, and behind her, at the sky, which holds more stars than he ever has seen at one time, crowded together, a mess of dust and gems.

Amava troppo il mondo, la gente. Amava fare lunghe passeggiate nel tardo pomeriggio osservando ciò che la circondava. Amava il verde del mare, la luce del crepuscolo, i sassi sparsi sulla sabbia. Amava il sapore di una pera rossa in autunno, la luna piena e pesante d'inverno che brillava fra le nuvole. Amava il calore del suo letto, un buon libro da leggere senza interruzione. Per godere di questo, sarebbe vissuta per sempre.

but these talents could not make up for the fact that she did not possess a fair complexion, and so a string of men had rejected her to her face.

A group of plants she cultivated in pots on her patio. Jasmine that opened up in the evenings, flame-colored hibiscus, creamy gardenia with glossy leaves.

Each day, Shukumar noticed, her beauty, which had once overwhelmed him, seemed to fade. The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow.

Ulkona on valtava melu: meren ja tuulen pauhu, kuohunta joka peittää alleen kaiken, ja minä mietin, kuinka luonnon levottomuus voikin olla niin tyynnyttävää.

È bella, certo, ma non c'entra la bellezza. Sembra una lingua con cui devo avere una relazione.

The sunlight on her hair.

Rest assured that if you work every day at your art, using the materials nearest at hand, you will gradually discover such beauty in them that they will fill you with happiness.

Drawing a funny animal, you don't need a lot of detail to make it work. But to draw a sexy girl, there's certain things you can't leave out.

A true work of art can stand many seeings, revealing anew at each seeing.