Quotes About Beauty

I absolutely don't care about my looks and I'm so used to them that I wouldn't change a thing. I would end up missing my defects.

Dreyfus once wrote from Devil's Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls... For me they will always be glorious birds.

Snow as white as a swan's feather, white as a trillium bloom.

A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so sad that you would expect the tears to drip off his beak. This magpie was like that.

The green sea swept into the shallows and seethed there like slaking quicklime. It surged over the rocks, tossing up spangles of water like a juggler and catching them deftly again behind. It raced knee-deep through the clefts and crevices, twisted and tortured in a thousand ways, till it swept nuzzling and sucking into the holes at the base of the cliff. The whole reef was a shambles of foam, but it was bright in the sun, bright as a shattered mirror, exuberant and leaping with light.

those lucky enough to have it included in their tours do not soon forget the the graceful, delicate mosaics

Knowing who the actors were as you were designing them helped, with Catherine's beauty and Renee's frailty, they directed me visually just by who they were.

Margaret is the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on. The men in this county must be crazy not to see that.

He stood and stepped up behind her. Why not? It's the truth. I like spending time with you. You're strong, beautiful and brave. What more could a man ask for?

Man, that kind of little honeybee just buzzes from flower to flower." "Maybe, but honey is sweet , you know?

His eyes drifted leisurely back up to my face and he smiled at me appreciatively, Kelsey, when a man spends time with a beautiful woman, he needs to pace himself. I quirked my eyebrow at him and laughed. Yeah, I'm a regular marathon alright." He kissed my fingers. Exactly. A wise man never sprints…in a marathon.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five- year-old men more.

She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

Of beauteous minds have we; a mind's imagine of what could be.

The nights are best when bright with the wonderment of the world beyond.

We built a world so noisy that we've begun to miss true magnificence.

Reverend Brown Girl, you look so good, someone ought to put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.

I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can't keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

Beautiful… as the fortuitous encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissecting table.

Beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table

However, throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. For my part, I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?

I whose holy sperm embalms the mountains, the lakes, the woods, the forests, the hills and the vastnesses of seas!

mais, mets-te le dans la tête, pour ne jamais l'oublier : les loups et les agneaux ne se regardent pas avec des yeux doux. » Que me fallait-il donc, à moi, qui rejetais, avec tant de dégoût, ce qu'il y avait de plus beau dans l'humanité! ce qu'il me fal-lait, je n'aurais pas su le dire. Je n'étais pas encore habitué à me rendre un compte rigou-reux des phénomènes de mon esprit, au moyen des méthodes que recommande la philosophie.