Quotes About Beauty

Away in the distance I could see the cloud-softened crags of Mount Kenya and thought of how wonderful it would be to run there, a hundred miles away.

The general and his beautiful wife

We stood there, locked and lovely as statues in a garden.

Firs and pines and Sitka spruce thicken around me, pushing in from all directions, black-tipped fairy-tale trees that knit shadows out of nothing, night out of day—as if they've stolen all the light and hidden it somewhere.

This is why there is poetry. For days like these.

Beautiful women would sing his name,

few hours later, when Dynasty danced onto the track, I felt my pulse jump. Her coat gleamed. Her steps were high and springing and confident. She didn't look like the six-year-old mare D had turned over to me months before, but like a queen.

She's so beautiful," I tell Emily. "She might have had a shot." "The world is full of beautiful girls.

stood and looked at them—a band of ruddy, high-boned Scots in a silky brown Indian sea. Jock's mother was the pinkest of all, like a flamingo in bright silk. She

She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.

If the women in Paris were peacocks, I was a garden-variety hen.

They were both beautiful and interesting, full of deep water, as the Kips would say. And

If I were any kind of water," Eden said, staring out and out, "I'd want to be this ocean." You already are, I wanted to tell her. You're everything I can see.

rounded blue-grey hills that went smoky and purple at dusk before dissolving into the night sky. When we

Her chin was propped up on one of her hands. A gin fizz foamed in the other. "He's lovely," she said.

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me.

Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.

It's not how you look, it's how you feel in the dark

Falling autumn leaves gave the air an amber hue as though seen through a jar of honey.

Some women can touch a man and heal like Jesus. The man who sees sunrise from a Belle woman's bed will swear he's been born again.

You get prettier every day, don't you?" Red said, as he spun the stool. No one called Angela's little girl by her real name. No one could spit it out. Angela had found the name in the family Bible. Apparently, it wanted to stay there. "She's cute as a Dixie cup," Willie said from the service window. "Are you my little Dixie cup?" Red asked, giving her nose a tap. Clapping her hands, the child giggled and squealed. And just like that, Aubrette Orianna Belle was christened Dixie.

He knew that he did not play music so much as walk into it, as if into a palace of great riches, with rooms opening into other rooms, which opened into still other rooms, and in these rooms were courtyards and fountains with passageways to yet more mysterious spaces of melody

It was now the second week in March and the time of tender growth, when it slowly dawned on people that the world would not always be cold and brown. This high-level country was like something unexpectedly and suddenly loved and responding to the bounty of young rain and long hours of sunlight. Awake, awake, ye drowsy sleeper.

Os seus olhos parecem lua, que se mostra, que se esconde, que vai e volta. Ela sofre da doença da lua. A lua esta dentro dela. A lua é mesmo ela.