Quotes About Beauty

Ele amava a filha da mesma maneira que os pais dele o tinham amado, mas deu por si a não conseguir negar-lhe fosse o que fosse. Sunja era uma rapariga de aparência normal, com um riso fácil e uma boa disposição, mas aos olhos do pai ela era linda e ele maravilhava-se com a perfeição dela. Poucos pais no mundo valorizavam as filhas tanto como Hoonie, que parecia viver unicamente para a fazer sorrir.

In their long marriage, the wife gave birth to three sons, but only Hoonie, the eldest and the weakest one, survived. Hoonie was born with a cleft palate and a twisted foot; he was however, endowed with hefty shoulders, a squat build, and a gold complexion.

Too pretty. That's her problem.

You know, I've never wanted to be with another woman. Ever. Not just because she's so lovely, but because she's so good.

Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

Without Hansu and Isak and Noa, there wouldn't have been this pilgrimage to this land. Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

Hers was a beauty that alienated-she was not cold exactly, but she did not offer warmth or ease-she possessed a kind of eerie solitude.

She had loved his face the way she had loved the brightness of the moon and the cold blue water of the sea.

The gentle eyes beneath the jutting cheekbones and scaly skin were the same.

the commodification of Asian hair,

The flux of life is pouring its aesthetic aspect into your eyes, your ears - and you ignore it because you are looking for your canons of beauty in some sort of frame or glass case or tradition.

If this is madness," I said to myself, breathing his atmosphere exquisite almost to sanctification, "madness is something very beautiful.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass.

My friend, we are not dressed for going into town," I insisted, heading him off in another direction. "Why?" asked Insel in bewildered politeness. "You look as lovely as you always do.

Her face was soft now, damp from the steam of my bath and the heat of her news. Her eyebrows were as white as cornsilk, her eyelashes clear. My sister had a certain pale, bright beauty, while I was an almost blonde, a shadowy hybrid. Ginnie was willowy and golden, I was shorter and freckled. I imagined our in utero tug-of-war. How she had seized all those pale, paternal Scandinavian genes, pulled at those chromosomes until they stretched like taffy.

These vines will be blooming by summer don't you remember? It's just the bones of the garden you're looking at right now." I thought of the trumpet vine and honeysuckle that would green and flower; the jasmine that would sweeten the air, its perfume drifting in the windows of our home.

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

Who is the beauty icon that inspires you the most? Is it Sophia Loren? Audrey Hepburn? Halle Berry? Mine is Nosferatu, because that vampire taught me my number-one and number-two favorite beauty tricks of all time: avoid the sun at all costs and always try to appear shrouded in shadows.

Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

I initially thought you were ugly, but then you walked closer to me and I realized you were pretty.

What else should I know? (1) There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it. (2) I would like to be friends with Beyoncé Knowles.

At the age of six, the criteria for handsome was simply: "Is he not related to me?" and "Have I seen him on television?" That was it. By this standard, Larry Bird, Dick Clark, and Andy Rooney. All handsome guys.

If you're Natalie Dormer, you can take big fashion risks and shave half your head, and it looks good. If you're a normal person and you try that, you just look like you had recent brain surgery.