Quotes About Beauty

The fashion and beauty complex has so many ways to enchant and maim.

Young, good-looking white women were the most desirable creatures in the world. It was hard not to want to imitate them; it was highly toxic too, as we would learn.

Hair is truly priceless, as we can never account for the hours or the price to the psyche and self-esteem of women who are constantly obsessing about what is happening on top of their heads.

the average U.S. woman will spend $ 55,000 on her hair in her lifetime.

Lucy's Rules for Living 1. Life is strange and messy and you are strange and messy. Strange and messy is beautiful. 2. We all stand on a precipice. Choose. 3. You'll always find your way home. 4. There are no rules. And if you think there are any, break them.

Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.

I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.

I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

Why, there's nothing to sneer at in mongrels, son. I once read an article by a man named Terhune, a read dog man. And he said there couldn't be a worse mistake then to sneer at the mongrel. Why, in his mind, the mongrel had more cleverness, more stamina, and sometimes more beauty than a purebred. And the only shame, he said, is the owner's failure to bring out his many fine traits.

Leaving behind books is even more beautiful — there are far too many children.

I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry.

Elle approchait et sa plume légère au chapeau d'ombre, se penchait sur moi m'effleurant la joue. (extrait de « La Dame au petit chien », p.161, revu par Alain Bosquet)

I was always anti-marriage. I didn't understand monogamy. I couldn't figure out how that could last. And then I met Bryn and I started to understand the beauty of constancy and history and change and going on the roller coaster with someone - of having a partner in life.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed its point.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

No one needs to see us for us to exist. No one needs to love us for us to exist. The sky is filled with light. The world is full of wonders.

I have long been aggravated, and it increases, about the way that society values women almost exclusively for their beauty and youth, and when we get older, tries to make us powerless - just when we're at our most knowledgeable, and most capable. It's so rotten. I gnash my teeth.

I feel my strange, beautiful bird in my heart, and the unflooded world all around me.

Here is something I learned in the hundreds of years I spent in the center of the Earth and later in the libraries and bedchambers, pressed between your pages, carving my way out of your stories with one of the knives you gave me to show your readers that I was a spitfire, a flame-breathing beauty with black hair and barbed bits. Imaginary countries and imaginary cunts are in the same category. They are the same story.

Ladybugs all dressed in red Strolling through the flowerbed. If I were tiny just like you I'd creep among the flowers too!

No one understood the simple truth: Klas had realized that what is most beautiful must be also most fragile. Now this is scary and hard to bear when you are little and don't know anything about the nature of glass. For it is very upsetting that the most beautiful things in life shatter so easily.

I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment.