Quotes About Beauty

Afghans love beautiful things, but we have seen so much ugliness, we sometimes forget how wonderful a thing like a flower is

The little girl's voice was thin with pain. "They were so pretty," she said. And then she died.

She had a beautiful voice, slow, rich, and deep, a voice that thoroughly frosted its phrases and laid them out like so many carmel cakes.

I declare, that's the prettiest baby I ever saw." We say that even if the infant in question would draw a blister on an outhouse from a hundred yards away.

As soon as you notice your first wrinkle and your first white hair, sigh with ease. You are well on your way to becoming who you always wanted to be." VÉRONIQUE VIENNE French journalist Christophe, who's had many amorous experiences on both sides of the Atlantic, sums it up this way: "French women are more comfortable being naked than American women.

Men got better with age, like wine. Women, on the other hand, were like cheese- aged was good to a degree, then came the mold and the inevitable casting aside.

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

Living in Paris might kill her, but it was a good way to die.

They needed to share one secret after another with a beautiful woman, to peel away layer after layer, mask after mask, and still find themselves worshiped.

It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.

It wasn't that she expected to be known by all the bank's employees; it was just that she had been lovely once, and had never really believed that time would make her faceless.

Her midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.

It's a beautiful day" – by which we meant that the weather was good. But we never say, "The weather's good," "The weather's pleasant." We say, "It's a beautiful day," "What a beautiful day.

Now the colonel seemed to grieve for his President again, because he said, "This world spits out a beautiful man like he was poison.

She looked up out of her voice and saw the angel.…and the entire message had no words. The entire message will be only the beat and direction of time. Yes is Now. The angel who says, "It's time." "Is it time?" she asked. "Does it hurt?" He will have the most beautiful face she has ever seen. "Oh, babe." The angel starts to cry. "You can't imagine," he said.

One small, orange flower that looked as if it had fallen down here from Andromeda, surrounded by a part of the world cast mainly in eleven hundred shades of brown, under a sky whose blueness seemed to get lost in it's own distances.

The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.

I had to travel, to distract the enchantments gathered in my brain. Over the sea, that I loved as if she'd wash me clean of stain, I saw the cross of consolation rise. I had been damned by the rainbow. Happiness was my fatality, my remorse, my worm: my life would be forever too immense to be devoted to strength and beauty. O Happiness! its tooth, killing sweetly, warned me at cock-crow

The ornament of beauty, Shakespeare wrote, is suspect. And he was right. But beauty itself, unadorned and unaffected, is sacred, I think, worthy of our awe and our loyalty.

It's odd how fast a beautiful woman can turn a guy's mind into lint storage. Just by being a beautiful woman.

He'd known of her, of course; everyone in the neighborhood knew of Katie. She was that beautiful. But few people really knew her. Beauty could do that; it scared you off, made you keep your distance. It wasn't like in the movies where the camera made beauty seem like something that invited you in. In the real world, beauty was like a fence to keep you out, back you off.

The harsh light above them caught her face, and Sean could see what she'd look like when she was much older - a handsome woman, scarred by wisdom she never asked for.

The lines in her face were deep enough to hide gravel in.

I'd like to say I found a sublime beauty in it all, but I didn't. And yet. And yet, this life we'd built filled our car