Quotes About Beauty

Dewdrop joins dewdrop Till a petal holds a pool Reflecting its rose.

He talks about you...he thinks you're beautiful...

Far below her, frantic waves crashed again and again, impaling themselves on razor-sharp rocks, gnashing and gnawing the sheer walls of the cliffs until they bled black foam.

There is romantic nonsense these days about the beauty of death, about the terrible end becoming the lovely beginning, and I think that's wrong, a diminution of the beauty of life. Death is as terrible as birth is wonderful. The laws of physics and nature—not romance—dictate this. It occurs to me that sometimes even nature—raw, silent, solemn, and joyous nature—fears, even if only slightly, rot.

It is true I was too serious. But perhaps the other children, and even the teachers, were not serious enough. The spider's silk lines of chance that can break and wash out from beneath you one or more of your cornerstones, toppling you into heartache and confusion, estrangement. Perhaps I was too aware of the tenuousness (and hence the beauty) of one's foundations, but I often thought others around me were not enough aware.

Isn't a tangle of limbs a glorious thing to behold? Don't you wish to be in a tangle of limbs?

There were just enough flaws to make her perfect.

It may be one of the most beautiful hotels in the entire world. Were you to discount hotels that are constructed primarily to house sheikhs—hotels that will never house you or me—you would have to conclude that this was a truly remarkable place.

I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I'd seen her a billion times. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.

Stars, she whispered. I can see the stars again, my lady. A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight. Stars, Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

But beauty is about finding the right fit, the most natural fit, To be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself --- avoid trying to be something you're not. For a goddess, that's especially hard. We can change so easily. -Aphrodite

She held up her calloused, grimy fingers. Leo couldn't help thinking there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty. But of course, that was just a general comment. Didn't apply to Calypso. Obviously.

Piper patted his shoulder. "Trust me, Valdez. Beautiful people never lie.

Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.

But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.

Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

Don't die on me, she ordered. You are not dying on me. Yes, ma'am. He felt light-headed, but she was about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her hair was smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arm, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

She's pretty," Zethes mumbled. "I mean, she's right.

Rainbows. Very Macho! ~Leo Valdez

Marvelous," she said. "Tell me about this tapestry." Arachne's lips curled over her mandibles. "Why do you care? You're about to die." "Well, yes," Annabeth said. "But the way you captured the light is amazing. Did you use real gold thread for the sunbeams?

With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.

It is a costly thing, looking on the true face of Love.

Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness

Two farewell gifts, Sadie muttered, from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.