Quotes About Beauty

Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You're drinking gasoline to stay warm.

Nature looks more beautiful in the rain

They say that when Judgement day comes, the people of Amalfi will have no change in life, for they are already living in paradise...

W]hen I told my dad why I was calling, he just said, 'Honey, you're so beautiful it doesn't matter what you wear.' I wondered how many dads in America were, at that very moment, giving their daughters the same useless advice mine was giving me.

And he smiled at her, truely smiled- wicked and lovely...

His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping

Do you ever wonder if what you look at is the same thing everyone else is seeing?' He went even stiller at her side. 'Sometimes I'm sure it isn't the same...but that's not so bad is it? Seeing the world in a different way?' Creative vision creates art' he motioned around the gallery 'that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's a beautiful thing.

The faery was beautiful- stunning - the way a storm is when you wake up and see lightning streak across the sky. And probably just as dangerous.

Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing." "Or some sort of madness", she said.

With a strange half-mocking tone, Aislinn said, "It's not just guys like those today. Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don't trust them just because they're pretty." Donia laughed, coldly, sounding every bit Beira's creature in that moment. "Where were you when I needed that advice? I've already gone out with the biggest mistake a girl can make.

What can I give you, Aislinn? Shall I weave flowers into your hair?" He opened his hand, letting go of her hair. An iris blossom sat in the palm of his hand. "Shall I bring you necklaces of gold? Delicacies mortals can only dream of? I'll do all those things anyway. Don't waste your wish.

It's not just guys like those today. Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don't trust them just because they're pretty.

Ellie's eyes twinkled like the Christmas lights surrounding them. She looked beautiful, a gray cat on her right and an orange one on her left. She was everything Josiah hadn't known he wanted. From the way she put others first to teaching herself about nonprofits to her hot kisses, she'd earned his respect and stole his heart.

I'm going to be fit and slim and beautiful. I'm going on a diet as of today." "Why? You've always said that looks don't matter and women only diet for men and life is obsessed with the superificial." "Yes, I know, but then I thought, hey wouldn't it be fun to be sexy?

It seems totally unfair that the way we look matters so much. I mean, why can't we just get over this gotta-be-thin-and-beautiful thing? Why can't we just accept ourselves and others for what we are?

I mean all this focus on how we look on the outside. It's just all wrong

Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth.

La vida és alegre o trista, segons com la miris. De vegades penses que no saps viure. O t'imagines que n'hi ha que són feliços i aleshores tot els sembla més bonic: potser un dia o altre et tocarà.

Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.

They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.

Aeriel felt her heart grow troubled. "I know," she said. "I know that he is evil, but his beauty unmakes me. Every time he looks at me, I die.

Jan could not recall ever seeing a creature more beautiful, though there nagged somewhere at the back of his mind the notion that she ought to have seemed hideous. Why? For she was pure, admirably pure, without a twinge of conscience or shame.

More than anything else, my mother wanted to be an actress - a famous actress - which in the 1950s was all about being young, sexy, and available. She was all that, and more. She had big blue eyes, alabaster skin, a heart-shaped face, a beautiful figure. She was just a knockout.

to that place where no one could hear me but the sand when I walked upon it, where I could write and work, where I could read and sleep, where no one needed me except the shoreline to remark upon its incredible beauty.