Quotes About Beauty

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are," I said.

IT WAS ONE OF those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world. The

I know not," I said modestly. "But I think she must not, for she caught me with an easy smile, then stole away without a word. Like dew in dawn's pale light." "Like a dream upon waking,

Finally, say that she was beautiful. That is all that can be well said. That she was beautiful, through to her bones, despite any flaw or fault.

Neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes. The closeness of her was the sweetest, sharpest thing my life had ever known.

Tu es le vin doux dans ma bouche, la chanson dans ma gorge et la rire dans mon coeur.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was fire itself.

My eyes were always returning to Denna. She sat beside me, arms hugging her knees. Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

IT WAS ONE OF those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world.

In what manner was she beautiful? I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying too much. "Say

stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine. He finished his song to hearty applause, and after a moment the lights came back up and the room swelled with conversation.

Denna es una criatura salvaje—expliqué—. Como una cierva o una tormenta de verano. Si una tormenta derribara tu casa, o derribara un árbol, no dirías que la tormenta era mala. Era cruel. Actuó conforme a su naturaleza y, desgraciadamente, produjo daños. Con Denna pasa lo mismo.»

Om man säger till henne att hon är vacker tycker hon att man är snäll, men hon tror en inte. Hon vet att skönhet finns i betraktarens ögon...Men det finns ett bättre sätt. Man visar henne att hon är vacker... plötsligt förändras den historia hon berättar för sig själv, inne i huvudet. Hon förvandlas. Hon är inte sedd som vacker. Hon är vacker och sedd". (s. 384)

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 June, 2014 P.

No hay nada mejor en el mundo que la dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven.

La margarita también es bonita —proseguí sin dejar que Denna me distrajera—. Alta y esbelta, y crece en los márgenes de los caminos. Una flor sencilla, no demasiado delicada. La margarita es independiente. Creo que te pega...

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey, smooth and sweet and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes-and all the while remain as still as the center of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract to themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.

Biliyor musunuz, güzel bir sesin kendisi bir fikirdir benim kan?mca, sahibi olan kad?n istediÄŸi kadar budala olsun; müziÄŸin korkunç yan? da bu.

These were virtuoso odours, executed as wonderful little trifles that of course no one but he could admire or would ever take note of. He was enchanted by their meaningless perfection; and at no time in his life, either before or after, were there moments of such truly innocent happiness as in those days when he playfully and eagerly set about creating fragrant landscapes, still lifes and studies of individual objects.

feo, desde luego, pero no hasta el extremo de causar espanto.

Der Kontrabaß ist das scheußlichste, plumpeste, uneleganteste Instrument, das je erfunden wurde. Ein Waldschrat von Instrument.

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.

And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say it is because this is a girl with beauty and grace and charm.

Maybe I was waxing nostalgic, but that was certainly better than waxing my legs. I don't know how women do that—the legs, not the nostalgic part.