Quotes About Beauty

And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.

My face is full, but also slight, I pale in the bright of light, I whisper sweet to the forest owl, I kiss the air with Wolf's sad howl, Eyes follow me from sea to sea, Yet alone in this world... I will ever be.

I wondered how I had not seen how beautiful his eyes were the first time we met.

Let me show you the stars.

Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

I was three-and-thirty years of age. Youth was quite gone; beauty I had never possessed; and I was content to think of myself as a confirmed old maid, a quiet spectator of life's great drama, disturbed by no feverish desire for an active part in the play.

And then came a long interregnum devoted to the arts and mysteries of the toilet.

It all came back. Yes, it came back. For the last two months it had ceased to be; it had been blotted out—hidden, forgotten; there had been no such thing. An enchanter's wand had been waved above that dreary square-built house in the dusty lane, and a fairy palace had arisen for her habitation; a fairy-land of beauty and splendour had spread itself around her, a paradise in which she wandered hand in hand with a demigod.

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")

There was sufficient left, however, of the liveliness of a long time ago to give an air of ghastly mirth to the old woman's manner, which made that manner extremely repulsive. What can be more repulsive than old age, which, shorn of the beauties and graces, is yet not purified from the follies or the vices of departed youth?

Nada, decididamente, cuando contemplaba aquellos magníficos volúmenes, nada podía compararse con tanta belleza. Más aún cuando pensaba que cada una de aquellas portadas de cuero envolvía la personalidad de una obra. Una personalidad eterna, inmutable, fiel, lo cual era imposible de decir de los hombres

Everything was insanely alive, now you see it, now you don't. I thought, it's the light, it's the water, it's changing every second, it's always doing this whether I'm here to witness it or not.

What are you thinking?" She asks. -That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.

Look, just because I'm an angry, repressed, Irish-Catholic feminist doesn't mean I hate everything. I only hate youth, beauty, the human body, nature, technological change, popular culture, and democracy. Oh, and I forgot to mention sex. And sports. And Andy Warhol. But other than that, I'm cool with whatever the kids are into. Really!

Bella, bella, Isabella. Dat is een Taliaans liedje, weet je. Ach, natuurlijk weet je dat. Tenminste, als je Taliaanse bent, mooie Isabella. - Andrea

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

but you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.

You were. You are The brightest thing in the shop window And the most beautiful seldom I ever saw

Para um homem, a mulher é como uma pintura ou uma estátua clássica. Ele escolhe uma e leva para casa, esperando que combine com a mobília existente lá.

Lady Alys, you have dimples," he said accusingly. Caught, Alys blushed. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I think God made a mistake and gave me someone else's dimples.

Listen to the wind. Hear the stones, taste the moonlight. Feel the spirit of the trees and flowers and creatures that share the night with us. They were the same words that her mother had used when teaching her to appreciate the world when she was a small child.

You are so lovely," he murmured into her mouth. Then he kissed her throat. Her head fell back, and she gave a breathy sigh. She was an innocent with an appetite as ancient as Lilith, the first temptress.