Quotes About Beauty

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

If your beauty is unquestioned, so many other things can go unquestioned as well.

When I turned to look at you, I was afraid to move again— the moment was just too beautiful to be lost.

It's like I've landed in the most perfect place in the universe. And then it blows up.

If I woke up in a different body every day--if you never knew what I was going to look like tomorrow--would you still love me?

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just once glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said what's the hurry? you asked my name and I almost forgot

Fill your head with the right pictures of me. Fill your head with the ones you'd hang on the wall.

How to Be Alone Remember that at any given moment There are a thousand things You can love

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters, my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty, sucking helium, and the most trust I've ever felt for anyone, including myself.

She wasn't pretty, but there were moments when I found her beautiful.

Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

She must be in eighth grade--maybe seventh. She's old enough to wear make-up, but she hasn't figured out yet how to wear it well.

There was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced

hang me/like a dead rose/preserve me/and my petals won't fall/until you touch them/and i dissolve

I'd thought I remembered her perfectly. But it is much better to see her imperfectly, to see something new every time she moves.

She was pretty, though. Like a flower. I missed that.

He was beautiful in the way that a breeze is beautiful – the kind of beauty you feel gratitude for.