Quotes About Beauty

Her sweet bearing and fresh beauty Have wounded without sword or lance... —William Dunbar "Beauty and the Prisoner

We all need to have confidence in how we look and who we are. God made us in his image. Who are we to judge his work?

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us — in the dreariest and most dreaded moments — can see a possibility of hope.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men love a submissive woman, Damon said simply. Even when they say the don't. There's just something about a beautiful, soft woman looking to them to protect and take care of them that inspires a man to greatness.

She was beautiful and had a way of manipulating a man with a terrifying combination of tears and seductive smiles.

Prescott National Forest is right on the edge of my home in Arizona.

Otvorio sam knjigu nasumice i našao na pri?u o Aleksandru Makedonskom.Car je, pri?a se tu, dobio na poklon divne posude od stakla. Poklon mu se veoma svidio, a ipak je sve polupao. -Zašto? Zar nije lijepo? -Pitali su ga. -Baš zato-odgovorio bi on. -Toliko su lijepe, da bi mi bilo teško da ih izgubim. A vremenom bi se jedna po jedna razbijala, i ja bih žalio više nego sad.

And what never happened always seems beautiful. You are a deception that gives birth to discontent, a deception that I cannot and do not wish to drive away, since it disarms me and protects me from suffering with a quiet grief.

Znaš li šta je najljepše u životu? Želja, prijatelju.

If anyone considers this strange, or even unlikely, I can only say that the truth is something very strange, and we convince ourselves that it does not exist because we are ashamed of it, as we are of a leprous child, although in this manner the truth is not rendered less alive or less truthful. We usually beautify our thoughts and hide the vipers that slither within us. If we hide them, do they not exist?

A uvijek izgleda lijepo ono sto se nije ostvarilo.

The emperor, as the story went, received as a gift some wondrous glass dishes. He liked the gifts very much, but smashed them all nonetheless. "Why? Are they not beautiful?" he was asked. "Precisely because of that," he answered. "They are so beautiful that it would be hard for me to lose them. And with time they would break, one by one. And I would be sorrier than I am now.

Kad ljudi prona?u lepu misao, trebalo bi da je ?uvaju pod staklom, da se ne isprlja.

Crne o?i koje miruju, odaju?i život negdje unutra, kao duboka voda, lice osvijetljeno ispod kože mlije?nim svjetilj?icama, tijelo što ne zove, ve? zaprepaš?uje, postoji kao celina jer je sklad. Djeluje dirljivo lijepo. Kao muzika. Neodre?eno, a snažno, ne odvajaju?i se, okre?e nas u nas same, živi za sebe a za nas.

Njih dvoje kradu svoju srecu, i misle da imaju pravo na nju, ne usudjujuci se da je ucine ljepsom.

Puis, titubants, nous émergeâmes de l'ombre épaisse dans une autre moins dense, je compris que c'était la nuit, passagère - ce qui n'est pas éternel est si beau -, la nuit et la pluie d'été, je voulus tendre les mains pour qu'elle me lave de la boue souterraine, pour qu'elle éteigne ma fièvre, mais mes bras pendaient inertes, inutiles.

Nadnio sam se nad njeno lice i gledao duge sjenke trepavica na oblim, mekim jagodicama. Njen dragi lik je odgonio utvare iz sna, i prijete?e o?i iz jave. Imam nju, oni me se ne ti?u.

The beauty of having short hair is that I actually can wash and style it at home!

Each time someone told her, "You have such a pretty face," she felt as though they wanted to sever her head from her body, to discard the meat of her and leave the small round disk of her face as her one saving quality. She was supposed to be grateful for his attention

You can be the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world," Nyela said, "but if you can't control your weight, you won't be happy.

Just the gardener….

Crying Call nestled in a river gorge, with raw peas on either side. The red stone, the dark green of the pines, the white glaze of snow, and the arching, varnished sky spread around her. She stopped at the overlook and inhaled it al. Her heart was pounding, but with life. A hawk swooped past, screeching.