Quotes About Beauty

She couldn't see the mathematical beauty in a leaf, the miracle in a seed that becomes a seedling, the absolute wonder that is the earth and the sea and the sky. He would try to talk to her of these things and receive only dismissive comments in reply. He learned from her to keep his mouth shut.

F]ireworks had for her a direct and magical appeal. Their attraction was more complex than that of any other form of art. They had pattern and sequence, colour and sound, brilliance and mobility; they had suspense, surprise, and a faint hint of danger; above all, they had the supreme quality of transience, which puts the keenest edge on beauty and makes it touch some spring in the heart which more enduring excellences cannot reach.

Voordat ze in mijn boekenkasten verdwijnen leef ik tussen stapels boeken als tussen bloeiende struiken.

Asking that woman to take a sideline seat is like asking Johnny Depp to stop being hot.

Is a couple of hairs above my lip really worthy of this much effort?" I asked. "Yes," they both replied at once.

I'm pretty sure the perfect man has already been built. She's called 'woman

boobs are twice as large as normal. From where I sit, that's pretty

Fake hair? Fake nails? Someone touching my feet? Oh, God, they were going to paint my toenails pink, weren't they?

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

Listening to my regular favourites - Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms and so on - I always feel, quite misguidedly, that nothing can be too bad if such beauty and brilliance exists in the world.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

And, I mean, I think poetry does need to be met to some extent, especially, I guess, 19th century poetry, and for me, it's just been so worth the effort. It's like I'm planting a garden in my head.

The people of the stone houses are gone, whirled like chaff over dry fields, scattered by the war dances of dust devils. what remains — sculpted walls, curved shards, small stores of corn — says little. What we know is that they lived like birds. That from their doorways they looked out and out over shimmering trees into the arms of sky, And that one day, light-boned, weightless as any winged flock before a journey, they rose and flew. —Mesa Verde

I've heard them lilting, at the ewe milking,Lasses a' lilting, before dawn of day;But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning;The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

I don't want my wrinkles taken away - I don't want to look like everyone else.

The most incredible beauty and the most satisfying way of life come from affirming your own uniqueness.

He has not the faintest idea that I am ugly and we are very happy together.

It's about thinking that being blond & slim & perfect will automatically bring you happiness, & then discovering that life is as full of as many disappointments as there were before.

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.

I looked up then, out the far window, and there, just within sight, the sun was going down across the river. It was dull red, no longer shining over the land, its ray brought home to roost, contained within its sphere. The sky was streaked with lavendar, a pulsing pale blue, purple and smudged pink and orange melding into one another all the way to the horizon.

Even before the sun lights the day, fireflies illuminate the path.