Quotes About Beauty

I have a great appreciation for body art.

Architects think that beauty is a crime.

For me, architecture is not just creating a space to protect people but to make them dream as well.

I love art in general - architecture, anything creative.

I like the architecture of lingerie.

I have a huge love for architecture.

The Ariake Arena is stunningly beautiful.

I like the Patagonia in Argentina.

Argentina is amazing.

I like aristocracy. I like the beauty of aristocracy. I like the hierarchical feeling.

I don't like the way my arms jiggle.

I went to beauty school, not art school.

Artifice is art.

I love the arts.

Women feel that when their power is greatest, they look their best, and that those are their happiest hours; they like power in men, and prefer the strongest even if it is a power that may be their own destruction. I am going to make an inventory of your desires in order to put the question at issue before you.

Once every woman was a living gazette, a font of delicious slanders cast in beautiful language.

Admiration, gratitude, a sort of hope for better days, were mingled with pride at having such a pretty daughter.

Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enormous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

Na província, não há escolha nem comparação a fazer: o hábito de ver as fisionomias dá-lhes uma beleza convencional. Transportada para Paris, uma mulher que passa por bonita no interior não desperta a menor atenção, porque não é bela senão pela aplicação do provérbio: Em terra de cegos, quem tem um olho é rei.

My dear fellow, those women of whom you say, 'They are angels!' I — I — have seen stripped of the little grimaces under which they hide their soul, as well as of the frippery under which they disguise their defects — without manners and without stays; they are not beautiful.

But if the woman is young and pretty, if she enters a house in one of those streets, if the house has a long, dark, damp, and evil-smelling passage-way, at the end of which flickers the pallid gleam of an oil lamp, and if beneath that gleam appears the horrid face of a withered old woman with fleshless fingers, ah, then! and we say it in the interests of young and pretty women, that woman is lost. She is at the mercy of the first man of her acquaintance who sees her in that Parisian slough.

Her beauty, which was really marvellous, came from extreme regularity of feature harmonizing with the proportions of the head and the body. This species of perfection augurs ill for the mind; and there are few exceptions to the rule. All superior nature is found to have certain slight imperfections of form which become irresistible attractions, luminous points from which shine vivid sentiments, and on which the eye rests gladly.

L'amour est la poésie des sens.

Déjeme respirar el aire del anochecer, oír el croar de las ranas, admirar los rayos de la luna que cabrillean en las aguas; déjeme que me detenga en esta naturaleza, donde creo ver mi felicidad escrita en cada cosa y que se me aparece por vez primera en todo su esplendor, iluminada por el amor, embellecida por usted.