Quotes About Beauty

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

I'd discovered that the range of beauty in breasts is wide; while one should never lightly say that a pair is ugly, one can easily say that a pair of breasts is beautiful. Hedgehogs are beautiful sometimes; so are baby pigs.

La belleza de la literatura reside en los malentendidos.

Flowers feed the soul.

All truths, not merely ideas, but truthful faces, truthful pictures or songs, are highly beautiful.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Femeile frumoase au datoria de a ne scoate din min?i.

TARTUFFE. Love for the beauty of eternal things Cannot destroy our love for earthly beauty;

If the King had given me for my own Paris, his citadel, And I for that must leave alone Her whom I love so well, I'd say then to the Crown, Take back your glittering town; My darling is more fair, I swear, My darling is more fair.   The

il n'est rien de si doux que de triompher de la résistance d'une belle personne.

Dor. So you think, Lysidas, that all the wit and beauty are to be found in serious poems, and that comic pieces are trifles which deserve no praise? Ur. I certainly do not think so. Tragedy no doubt is very fine when it is well written; but comedy has also its charms, and I believe that one is no less difficult than the other.

Beauty without intelligence is like a hook without bait.

He looked at her amiably, as though she were a nice sofa. That must be the penalty of the grey hairs, the tired shadows under the eyes, that must be the beginning of getting old. She had noticed it. Young men looked at you as though you were a nice sofa, an article of furniture which they would never be desirous of acquiring.

She glanced round the garden. It was perfect, she thought. They were always gloomy about it, her mother and father. Terrible, terrible, they said - as though a few old weeds mattered! She liked it shaggy, its lawns white with daisies, the golden rod and the aster making tunnels of green gloom through which one could creep comfortably. But in the grown-up world, isolated behind the glass partition, such things counted.

herself to be ugly, enormous, ungainly, taller than is acceptable, 'bosoms, swinging like jelly bags,' forever cursed as the plain daughter of a beautiful mother.

Those wide shoulders and swinging hips were once parts of a winged quality she had –

The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn. I started going for long lone country walks among the spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end, giving myself up to the earth-scents and the sky-winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.

The Arboretum's overgrown grass rustled. The branches of an apple tree shook as though an animal had jumped from one to the next. A wind slid up my thighs, in the night, under my short nightgown. Crickets and cicadas made a sound like distant laughing children, the laugh track to a sitcom that didn't end. It was like the grass was full of tiny giggling babies. So beautiful, and creepy.

I watched the moon through the window. It was a beautiful, floating illusion of a still point in the universe. Dark shadows passed over the plains, mountains and water.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by John Singer Sargent.

her newly coiffed hair now jutting from her head like feathers on a badly plucked chicken.

You'd have thought Louise was the snow itself, falling all around me, muffling the cold and the wind even as she was the source of it.

This night I'm thinking of, it had one of those skies where the stars looked poured from a barrel.

Hij bleef zoals hij is, zwart en stil en besprenkeld met sterren.