Quotes About Beauty

Sorry, man. Unless you get a whole lot prettier, which is doubtful, you aren't my type.

Tattered Europe caking up in corners of abandoned rooms. Your goodness lifts like a cock. Tell me if you haven't had grief. Whatever grief is becoming. You adore its heavy beauty.

If you think I'm handsome, there's obviously nothing wrong with your vision.

Women shouldn't iron, ever. It's our wrinkles that make us interesting.

And often it would be a woman who was in her 70s or 80s who would win the beauty contest, because bound feet never age.

It used to happen in villages and towns in China that they would have - I guess you'd call them beauty contests - where all of the women of a particular village or town would be seated behind these screens or curtains with only their feet showing.

guess all that sinuous grace and exotic beauty can

I believe this country has already been painted by the hand of God. We can cover it over with our own creations, but it will merely mar what is already perfect

Guys are just scared of beautiful girls, Dad said. Sure, Dad, I said. Only ugly girls go to dances. The right one will come around, he promised. You'll see.

Well, hello there," I said, "you big, beautiful overgrown passageway." I looked over to Lia. "Let's confuse 'em a little.

In the words of Roger Tory Peterson, "The truth of the matter is, the birds could very well live without us, but many—perhaps all—of us would find life incomplete, indeed almost intolerable without the

In the words of Roger Tory Peterson, "The truth of the matter is, the birds could very well live without us, but many—perhaps all—of us would find life incomplete, indeed almost intolerable without the birds.

My life was like that box. The best things in all the imperfections.

My roses grew wild and died as I busied myself with feeding and diapering, nursery rhymes and sickbeds.......the best times of my life, the times that passed by me the most quickly, were the times when the roses grew wild

Like the beach glass, the wood was more beautiful because of its journey, because of the things it had been through. Inside the perfect shells is dim, It's through the cracks, the light comes in.

It's hard to feel like much is wrong in the world when you're looking into the eyes of a happy baby.

The rainbows of life come after the storms.

There was no other place I loved so well as this one." "Me as well,"... For all the places I've loved, there have been none like this. This place is a deeper love, a sisterhood of water and sand and soul. A place where you fill me through my eyes and my ears, Father.

The best times of my life, the times that passed by me the most quickly, were the times when the roses grew wild.

Find the beautiful things, little brother. Every time you mourn for me, I'll be far away. But when you celebrate, I'll be right there with you, dancing.

There remained no place in Charleston for a girl of mixed blood like Sarra, nor would such a place exist within his lifetime. Never would tolerance of her be had in polite society. Not abovestairs, and even the women in his mother's kitchen would not permit her company. Some wealthy man would undoubtedly soon take her to mistress, lured by her exotic beauty, yet ashamed of what she was.

I drink in the sight, stand mesmerized, drenched in leather and paper and gold edges and ink and words. I'm carried away. Lost.

I wonder, in all of our family travels when times were good, in the fields of Europe and the far-flung reaches of the South Pacific, have I ever seen a place more glorious to the eye and beguiling to the senses than this one? Around us, misted valleys and high mountain vistas offer fold upon fold upon hundredfold of myriad greens. All is dressed in a splendor of cloud shadows.

None can contain the magnificence of a wave kissing sand or the perfect spiral of a shell drying translucent in the sun or the fire of morning rising over endless water.