Quotes About Beauty

You're not working with models, you're working with real women who have, like, anatomy. Models do not have anatomy.

Whence arises all that order and beauty we see in the world?

The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer coats than I: Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

So shines the setting sun on adverse skies, and paints a rainbow on the storm.

Eliza war das schönste Mädchen, das ich je gesehen habe. Aber sie hatte auch etwas Kaltes - was sie fast noch schöner machte. Sie hatte etwas von einer Statue, aus Glas...oder aus Eis.

Lines don't make beautiful women less beautiful

I have no fear of being less beautiful, I've always been afraid of not being beautiful.

Excités par une jument noire, née sous le ciel brûlant de la lointaine In-Salah, les étalons piaffaient, frémissaient et hennissaient, courbant avec grâce leurs cous puissants sous la lourde crinière libre.

I never let anyone pluck, including myself, unless my mom approves. She guards my eyebrows. She's like the eyebrow police!

Oh, she is coming, the dancer of the future… more glorious than any woman who has yet been: more beautiful than the Egyptian, than the early Italian, than all women of past centuries—the highest intelligence in the freest body!

Oh Woman, come before us, before our eyes longing for beauty, and tired of the ugliness of civilization, come in simple tunics, letting us see the line and harmony of the body beneath, and dance for us. Dance us the sweetness of life. Give us again the sweetness and the beauty of the true dance, give us again the joy of seeing the simple unconscious pure body of a woman. Like a great call it has come, and women must hear it and answer it.

Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.

We must strive to be like the moon

The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.

Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. 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?

Shiny musical instruments wailed, their mouths open like lilies.

Sindoor in our partings, bindis on our forehead and dupattas drawn over our faces we sat demurely in a corner. We stole glances at each other's face and were struck by our own beauty. This made us all the more bashful.

Yes, my Master is thorough. He wounds, but He binds up, and His balm of Gilead heals without stinging; it cools, refreshes, and restores in every part. He gives the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, and brings beauty out of our ashes.

There are so many sad and ugly things in the world that I feel I must try to counterbalance them with whatever beauty I can produce. Setting a pretty table in a world of pain might seem callous, given that people are starving and living in dreadful disease and poverty. But in trying to create islands of beauty and peace, I feel I am honoring the dreams of the world.

I thought of the transcendent beauty of the first panel, and tried to understand how the ability to create such wondrous beauty could have become so perverted, so destructive. With power, my mind whispered.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

Hi! My little hut Is newly-thatched I see... Blue morning-glories