Quotes About Beauty

I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.

The pursuit of beauty. The word is hard to articulate. As soon as you open your moth, it flies off, like a bird of paradise. Beauty can not be caught, but we are obliged to reach for it. Beauty is not neutral; pursuing it is a political act. Building is a grand act, a gesture toward peace, the opposite of destruction.

The pursuit of beauty. The word is hard to articulate. As soon as you open your mouth, it flies off, like a bird of paradise. Beauty can not be caught, but we are obliged to reach for it. Beauty is not neutral; pursuing it is a political act. Building is a grand act, a gesture toward peace, the opposite of destruction.

She had been a pleasant surprise. From what her father had said I had expected an intellectual treat in a plain wrapper, but the package was attractive enough to take your attention off of the contents....she was not in any way hard to look at, and those details which had been first disclosed when she appeared in her swimming rig were completely satisfactory.

It would take an extremely unattractive person to think of that." --Nero Wolfe, on the plot of "Cordially Invited to Meet Death" by Rex Stout, p. 159 of 192

At first, yes. But a long intimacy frees you of that illusion, and it also acquaints you with their scantiness of character. The effect they have produced on you is only their bluff. There is not such a thing as too much beauty.

Being a lover of beauty, I permitted myself occasional glances at her profile, and observed that her chin was even better from that angle than from the front. Of course there was an off chance that she was a murderess, but you can't have everything

a man owes it to his eyes to let them rest on attractive objects when there are any around.

We were already living in some kind of Hell in this strange place of broken beauty.

Compassion is the new thigh gap

When you're feeling down, did you know that you can change it in an instant? Put on a beautiful piece of music, or start singing—that'll change your emotion. Or think of something beautiful. Think of a baby or somebody that you truly love, and dwell on it.

There is a world within - a world of thought and feeling and power; of light and beauty, and although invisible, its forces are mighty.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves." Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931) POET AND ARTIST

One way to keep your mind healthy is to simply not believe negative thoughts. No matter what is going on in your life, turn your mind to positive thoughts of beauty, love, gratitude, and joy, and you will give your body the panacea it needs.

Aren't you going a little overboard?" I asked, picturing a day ahead of me trying to find these items in a town I didn't know. "Nonsense, darling. What's the point of a party if you don't go overboard." I sat on the sofa watching her, admiring her. Not only was she beautiful, but she had a wonderful way of shaking off life's little problems, like water off a duck's back. Nothing seemed to upset her.

A peacock was calling from the copse nearby—that unearthly shriek that sounds like a soprano being killed with a saw.

Veintisiete años con más mundo que el que descubrió Colón, color sonrosado, ojos de más preguntas y respuestas que el catecismo, nariz de escribano por lo picaresca, labios retozones, y una tabla de pecho como para asirse de ella un náufrago, tal era en compendio la muchacha.

Se escucha, desde el cedé del radio, So Beautiful or So What, pero apagamos porque cualquier sonido es una agresión para nosotros en este momento.

Art is seeing the truth and revealing it, as beautifully and forcefully and honestly as you are able.

She smiled, and there seemed to be only perfection in that smile. Her lips were full and red, and above them, perfectly positioned, was a pert nose and two almond-shaped eyes. The eyes were like sunlight in color, a direct contrast to her glistening mane.

I looked at the world as God did when first He made it. I saw that it was good.

The god, September, has paused for a moment here, garlanded with crimson leaves. He held a branch of fruited oak. He smiled like Hermes the beautiful cut in marble.

Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.

I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.