Quotes About Beauty

Having good looks is a gift yes...but that's nothing compared to the feeling when there's someone who never fails to make you feel Beautiful and Loved!!

Let me just say that every cover of every magazine I've done has been airbrushed to death. No woman should walk around thinking that's what they should be. You shouldn't be beating yourself up.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

Death devours all lovely things.

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

There is just as much beauty in birth as there is in death, and it changes our lives just the same. They both add things to us and take things away." Pg. 155 Undone

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

Death is woven in with the violets, " said Louis. "Death and again death.")

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

Dante: Evergreens aren't supposed to die

Watch birth and death:The lotus has alreadyOpened its flower.

When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

How can the moon be scooped from the water's surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

Mist lies over the river like the icy breath of winter angels. Darkness gathers round... and it is beautiful.Thank you for this life, this death, whatever it is you arethat makes us finally see.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

You don't need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave