Quotes About Beauty

The old man's eyes are unpolished sapphires, and, in the haze of a thousand years of incense burned, he tells me tales of Canaletto, of Guardi and Titian and Tiepolo. He speaks of them as though they are his confidants, the fellows with whom he sups on Thursday nights. He says life is a search for beauty and that art dissolves loneliness. His and mine, I think. I am not alone. I am a wanderer in a blue felt cloche, come to Venice to stitch together her fantasies.

The lover says How beautiful you are, now that you love me.

They crawl out from warm mulch, just after snow, In hidings from tunnels row after row; They rest among dew drops and fly out to bring Their red spots of colors to gardens of spring.

a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.

Nobody can be so beautiful from the outside and so hollow from inside. Not even in a third-rate novel.

Looks are only temporary, but intelct is forever.

The spider's lesson is never to be greedy. It shows that objects of necessity can be objects of beauty and art as well. The spider teaches us that we can be too easily enraptured with ourselves.

Homer say, Pretty gal go a river and see herself in water. Pretty gal drown when she go down to kiss herself.

And all I could think of is Oh Lord here it comes, another white man about to tell me about how much he enjoyed Ocho Rios, but would have enjoyed it so much more if it weren't for all the poverty. And the country is so beatiful and the people so friendly and even in all this tragedy everybody still manages a smile especially the bombor'asscloth children.

Me have a rule with woman. If your titty prettier and your body hotter than my woman I'll deal with you. Otherwise, fuck off.

God values our dandelion love.

The primary and most beautiful of Nature's qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, she conserves it by means of crimes only.

She watched Malachy curl his long fingers around a lock of Layla's straight hair, gently caressing it as he mused on the origins of stars. The young astronomer knew that in Aristotelian times the word 'comet' meant "the length of luminous hair," but the word eventually changed to signify the orbiting streak that sometimes, just sometimes, flies a little too close to the sun.

Perking at six foot one, and slender with the hands of a pianist, Malachy sported a mop of unruly black hair and sapphire eyes that sparkled like midnight suns. His luminous youth was something to marvel at indeed.

When critical self-concepts prevent us from seeing the beauty in ourselves, we lose connection with the divine energy that is our source.

Artist in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

Mathematics are the result of mysterious powers which no one understands, and which the unconscious recognition of beauty must play an important part. Out of an infinity of designs a mathematician chooses one pattern for beauty's sake and pulls it down to earth.

I said his name softly to myself. Lucky. Lucian Radcliffe. His name must come from the Latin lucianus, meaning light, and that's what he was, golden and bright. I didn't care what Jack's name meant. Probably Jackass.

I used a light hand with my makeup because I wanted to look good without looking like a good time.

A very ladylike bosom," she said, approvingly. "There's nothing there," I complained. The clerk grinned. "I have been fitting bras for twenty-five years and no one ever thinks her breasts are good enough," she said. "You'll save yourself a lot of unhappiness if you accept and enjoy what you have. Neat little breasts are very chic.

Ma minds more than manners for the girls. She models an aesthetic appreciation of beautiful things, including these delicate floral offerings.

She wanted her poems to translate all she saw and heard and felt, and not be any earthly thing. What she aimed for was evanescence like the brilliance of lightning, the flash of truth, or a transport so swift it felt like flight.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

Standards of beauty are arbitrary. Body shame exists only to the extent that our physiques don't match our own beliefs about how we should look.