Quotes About Beauty

Living life is being able to see the beauty in every situation, even the most ugly of situations.

The most amazing moments of my life have never required a spoken word!

When I say be creative I don't mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.

A pretty face will get old, A nice body will change, but a good heart will always remain.

The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.

Beauty is not just having a beautiful face, it is having a good mind, a good heart and good will.

Like wildflowers; you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people never thought you would.

May the sun bring you new energy by day, may the moon softly restore you by night. May the rain wash away your worries, may the breeze blow new strength into your being. May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

The world is beautiful. Even if you're full of tears and sadness, open your eyes. Do what you want to do. Be what you want to be. Find friends. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Take your time.

The real beauty is in the heart. The real treasure is in heaven. The true salvation is in God. The real joy is in serving God with all your heart and sincerity.

Behind everything beautiful, there has been some kind of pain.

The best things are not always perfect, but they are always beautiful.

The breeze was too sweet, and the sun too warm for a thought like that to be spoken.

The thing is, I don't think my husband expected me to be able to talk. I don't blame him for this exactly, since he had known me only as a statue, pure and beautiful and yielding to his art. Naturally, when he wished me to live, that's what he wanted still, only warm so that he might fuck me.

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

His words were simple. They had no art to them, which of course was also art.

I had understood gods could bleed, but I had never seen it. He was one of the greatest of our kind, and the drops that fell from him were golden, smearing his back with a terrible beauty.

I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind any more, that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.

Such a constellation was he to me.

Don't you know?" she had said. "The gods love their monsters.

Even the most beautiful nymph is largely useless, and an ugly one would be nothing, less than nothing. She would never marry or produce children. She would be a burden to her family, a stain upon the face of the world. She would live in the shadows, scorned and reviled. But a monster always has a place. She may have all the glory her teeth can snatch. She will not be loved for it, but she will not be constrained either.

The dying light was in his hair, and his face was sweet with evening.

You see?" I said, when I was finished with the tale. "Gods are ugly things." "We are not our blood," he answered. "A witch once told me that.

It was one of my favorite things about him, how he admired the world like a jewel, turning its facets to catch the light. A