Quotes About Beauty

Ça, c'était une musique de vent, ah, mais une musique toute bien savante dans les belles choses de la terre et des arbres.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

When you see a woman who can go nowhere without a staff of admirers, it is not so much because they think she is beautiful, it is because she has told them they are handsome.

rien n'est beau en ce monde comme le visage d'une femme qui ne cherche pas à plaire.

always on the edge of some beautiful redemption.

This body is yours. No one can ever take it from you, if only you will accept yourself, claim it again--your arms, your spine, your ribs, the small of your back. It's all yours. All this bounty, all this beauty, all this strength and grace is yours. This garden is yours. Take it back. Take it back.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

Jennifer thought it must be abnormal for such a young child to be thinking about diets, let alone wanting boys to like her for being "pretty" and "sexy.

But when you live in beauty and look from beauty, everything points in different ways to your wholeness.

Polaire! The agitating and agitated Polaire! The tiny slip of a woman that you know, with the waist slender to the point of pain, of screaming out loud, of breaking in two, in a spasmically tight bodice, the prettiest slimness ...

I think architecture has to be a gift.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.

Beauty attracts us men but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more!

What way should Victor take in the labyrinth of beauty?— All the sixty-four radii of the compass stretched themselves out as so many fingerposts, and he had sense enough not to propose to himself any particular hour of arriving.

And a cloud of enraptured, sporting, buzzing little creatures of silk-dust swept or hovered over the undulating picture.

[H]e ran, he stopped—he dipped his glowing face into the cloud of blossoming bushes, and would fain lose himself in the humming world between the leaves; he pressed the scratched face into the deep, cooling grass, and hung delirious on the breast of the immortal mother of Spring.

Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods!

I would like to say to people, open your eyes and find beauty where you normally don't expect it.

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.