Quotes About Beauty

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enought to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

To be so lovely and so lost. To be all answerful with all that knowing trapped inside. To be beautiful and broken.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.

Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don't think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter's horns. It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged light.

To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

You're my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You're my shady willow on a sunny day. You're sweet music in a distant room. You're unexpected cake on a rainy day. You're my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.

Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur Long-long in ledger all hope forgotten Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.

Daisies, simple and sweet. Daisies are the way to win my heart.

It was one of those perfect Autumn days so common in stories and rare in the real world.

It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.

There's looking and there's looking. When some men look at you it's a greasy thing. It makes you want to have a bath. With other men it's nice. It helps you know you're beautiful.

What's in the water? - Flowers and the part of the moon that isn't in the sky tonight.

She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

Denna peered out of the hedge toward the path, and I looked at her. Her hair fell like a curtain down the side of her head, and the tip of her ear was peeking through it. It was, at that moment, the most lovely thing I had ever seen.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

Entonces me sonrió. Era una sonrisa dulce, cariñosa y tímida, como una flor que se abre. Era cordial, sincera y ligeramente turbada.

Deoch, mi corazón es más duro que el cristal. Cuando ella lo golpee, comprobará que es fuerte como el latón al hierro, o como una mezcla de oro y adamante. No creas que no soy consciente, que soy como un ciervo asustado que se queda paralizado al oír las cornetas de los cazadores. Es ella quien debería andarse con cuidado, porque cuando lo golpee, mi corazón producirá un sonido tan hermoso y tan claro que la hará venir hacia mí volando.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me. Pat Rothfuss