Quotes About Beauty

Kids are something. All they can see is the beauty in a moment.

We were four girls together, amazingly beautiful and terrifyingly alone.

But once, a cardinal alighted on the kitchen windowsill and he found himself squinting long after it had flown away again, trying hard to hold on to its beauty.

first book There are seven of them, haikus mostly but rhyming ones, too. Not enough for a real book until I cut each page into a small square staple the squares together, write one poem on each page. Butterflies by Jacqueline Woodson on the front. The butterfly book complete now.

Our baby brother, Roman, was born pale as dust. His soft brown curls and eyelashes stop people on the street. Whose angel child is this? they want to know. When I say, My brother, the people wear doubt thick as a cape until we smile and the cape falls.

Before the world as they knew it ended, they stepped out in heels with straightening-comb burns on their ears, gartered stockings, and lipstick for the first time.

God'll make a butt-ugly boy, but I ain't never seen him make a ugly girl child.

When the trumpeter picked up a solo and the music lifted past where the voices had just been, I felt like my ribs were shattering. There was so much in all of it. Just. So. Much. I wanted to say to Iris, It all feels like it's trying to drift out into somebody's eternity.

His mouth came to hers suddenly, hovering above those thirsting lips as he drilled her with the intensity of his mercury gaze. " Neliss . . . " he murmured, reverting to the elegance of their ancient language. " Neliss ent desita." Beauty of the ages.

I think I look like a leopard," she remarked, pulling back to inspect her spotted arms and legs. Then that mischievous smile blossomed over her gorgeous lips. "Want to play connect the dots?

In the future he would remember to be kinder to her clothing... provided that she didn't look so damn good in them.

In the future he would remember to be kinder to her clothing... provided she didn't look so damn good in them.

I'll always remember our first night together, you so flushed and shy, me knowing what I know but scared too because you are the first one I loved. We poured our loneliness into each other and filled the emptiness and dark corners of this place with joy. I think of your long straight back, your strong legs, your hair on the pillow, your dark eyes close, and say your name over and over...it is the sound of bells.

Man was made of a little mud and water. Could not a woman be made of dew, earthen mists and beams of light, condensed remnants of a rainbow?

L'homme fut un assemblage d'un peu de boule et d'eau. Pourquoi une femme ne serait-elle pas faite de rosée, de vapeurs terrestres et de rayons de lumière, des débris d'un arc-en-ciel condensés?

by Baudelaire! things are pretty hot!

Je treba poveda?, že umelec slúži kráse a poézii, slúži teda absolútnu, miluje absolútno, je v zajatí absolútna lásou, ktorá si vyžaduje celú jeho bytos?, telo aj dušu. nemôže súhlasi? so žiadnym rozdelením. kúsok neba skrytý v temnom príbytku jeho ducha...

poézia je nutná práve do tej miery, nako?ko je neužito?ná a slobodná, pretože ?u?om prináša zjavenie skuto?nosti mimo skuto?nos?, skúsenos? skrytých významov vecí, tajomné spolo?enstvo so svetom krásy, bez ktorého ?udia nemôžu ani ži?, ani vies? mravný život.

umenie... myslí len na svoju slávu. nech je maliar zatratený, maliarstvo na to nedbá, ak sa na ohni, v ktorom maliar horí, upe?ie krásne chrámové okno

Meie Isa kes sa oled taevas Jää aga sinna Ja meie jääme siia maa peale Mis on vahel nii kena

Notre Père qui êtes aux cieux. Restez-y. Et nous nous resterons sur la terrre. Qui est quelquefois si jolie...

Envoi Tombe d'un rêve de novembre J'ai mis ce pouème à l'eau de Seine Du mieux que j'ai pu, en lumière. (in Queneau en novembre)

I don't photograph anything I don't like. I do the flowers, I don't do the weeds.

She'd looked so beautiful standing there, gazing out to sea. Crimson had once told him a tale about Sirens, magical creatures that lived on an island. Their songs lured mariners to their destruction – their ships were destroyed by the rocks surrounding the island. And even knowing that death awaited them, they couldn't resist the lure of the Sirens' song.