Quotes About Beauty

I'm the Beast. You're the Beauty," he said. "It's all a story, isn't it?

Not that it will be easy for you," Miryam continued. "But for the moment - look - it's a wonderful, mysterious thing to be a girl." And, looking at her reflection, Laura thought this might be true.

?akal bom ladje, sedel bom v katerem izmed bifejev ob pristaniš?u, na z apnom pobeljenem dvoriš?u, z uzom in mezeji in piškoti iz medu in mandljev z medom in mandlji pred sabo ... vdihaval bom te sladke vonjave. In ?akal. Sedel bom na modrem stolu in ?akal. Gledal bom menjavanje letnih ?asov na nebu z odprto knjigo na srcu. Ob morju se nebo hitro spreminja. Življenje se zgosti pred temi široko odprtimi vrati.

La vita, credimi, non è un fascio di speranze perdute, un puzzolente ricamo di mimose, la vita raglia e cavalca nel suo incessante splendore.

How can this beautiful world contain such ugliness as I have seen?

Non sentì dolore, fu solo sorpresa nel vedere come era bello il sangue. Bello come una collana di rubini che nessun filo avrebbe potuto trattenere.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

Waspish tongues often go with plain faces.

Rosebuds might be sweet, but one need never be so careful of the rose in full bloom.

I am like a bee attracted by the scent of flowers—no perfume smells sweeter than that of a rose in an English garden. Wear it always,' he urged, pausing mere inches from where she stood, 'never change it, for to me it has become your hallmark, the scent I associate only with you." -Terzan Helios

Eventually you will get into the habit of enjoying line as a language all of its own.

Nights and days came and passed And summer and winter and the rain. And it was good to be a little Island. A part of the world and a world of its own All surrounded by the bright blue sea.

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.

i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people

Snow lies on my fields though the air is so warm I want to roll on my back and wriggle. Sure, the dark downhill weep shows who's winning, and the thatch of tall grass is sticking out of the banks, but I want to start digging and planting. My swelling hills, my leafbrown loamy soil interlaced with worms red as mouths, my garden, why don't you hurry up and take your clothes off ?

George Abbershaw's prosaic mind quivered on the verge of poetry when he looked at her.

Life wasn't a shadow. It was a beautiful, warm, many-voiced reality, full of omnibuses and orchestras and the smell of earth after rain.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. ? The Velveteen Rabbit

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ? Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

These shells are just like the people of the world, Okachan,' Manjiro said, speaking not just to his mother, but to everyone. 'They come from many places. They come in many different colors and sizes. But they are all beautiful.

The door through which he had glimpsed such wondrous light, he had walked through. He had encountered both beauty and pain. Now he understood that was how it would always be—no matter where he went in the world.

Nadinola Bleaching Cream: "Have you noticed that the nicest things happen to girls with lighter, lovelier complexions?