Quotes About Beauty

To reveal someone's beauty is to reveal their value by giving them time, attention, and tenderness. To love is not just to do something for them but to reveal to them their own uniqueness, to tell them that they are special and worthy of attention.

Our humanity is so beautiful, but it needs to be transformed

As human sciences develop and the world evolves, we are called to grow into a new and deeper understanding of the Source of the universe and of life. As we participate in this, our sense of the true expands. Freedom is to be in awe of this Source, of the beauty and diversity of people, and of the universe. It is to contemplate the height and breadth of all that is true.

I have an evening dress, pink mull over silk (I'm perfectly beautiful in that), and a blue church dress, and a dinner dress of red veiling with Oriental trimming (makes me look like a Gipsy), and another of rose-coloured challis, and a grey street suit, and an every-day dress for classes. That wouldn't be an awfully big wardrobe for Julia Rutledge Pendleton, perhaps, but for Jerusha Abbott - Oh, my!

I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me.

I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost; the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.

Pretty as a painting, but thorny as a rose.

Hayat?ma girmi? kad?nlar." Bu m?sralar hep akl?n?n bir kö?esindeydi. Sanki av pe?inde ko?ma nedenini bile özetliyorlard?. Güzel bir çehreyi bir trende, kalabal?kta, bir sokakta gizlice izlemeye dayanan özel ve ebedi bir dramd?, ama ayn? zamanda da kad?nlar? ona do?ru çeken dayan?lmaz bir co?kuydu. Bu ilk kar??la?madaki hayranl?kt?. Ve gerçek bir k?v?lc?m. Sayfa:138

No es posible mostrar a una mujer un hombre apuesto que llora sin que se diga 'Desde luego, yo le habría amado mejor

La beauté, à ce degré, sépare des autres mortels, suscitant leurs désirs et leur jalousie. Pour un qu'elle satisfera, elle fera quantité de victimes, qui transformeront la douleur de leur amour déçu en volonté dangereuse de vengeance.

Cada noche se decía: "Debe ser menos hermosa de lo que creo, es mi imaginación que se desboca", y cada noche se desmentía y la encontraba más bonita que el día anterior.

The wolves howl bluer than Billie Holliday, but they don't spoil my song.

To my garden I thee hie--- For soon all summer's beauties die; For lasting gems, for future frock Seek not the soaring bee--- Look down!----the rock.

Tall, with an erect, stately, equestrian bearing, the lady possessed an esoteric beauty. If botanic, she'd be a night-blooming cereus. She was peerless as a lady in a sonnet. Or a willowy figure who'd leapt to life and stepped forth from the pages of Godey's Lady's Book. If Allegra Trout hadn't been a medium, she'd have been a fashion plate, or priestess.

Garden season deepened. The lantern flies winked and blinked. Poppies flaunted their scarlet robes. Ants feasted in the peonies, and protected them from invaders. The pear tree blossomed. Lavender sensed her mother's presence, just past the first layer of fragrant air. In the parlor, the harp stood, silent, as before. But its silence didn't grieve Lavender. Its magic had wintered her through part of the journey that brought her to where she was now.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

Oh, how I wish I could make those who see my work feel the splendors and terrors of the night! One ought to be able to make people hear the songs, the silences, and murmurings of the air. They should feel the infinite.

All the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

Thus jewelry in a woman's film means beauty, power, nobility, or evil, depending on the situation. The evil woman covets jewelry. A good woman does not really want it, just as she is not supposed to want economic power; that is why, in many films, she returns it to her man in his hour of need.

To have hope in these times is an act of courage. To experience catastrophic sadness, to recognize the brutality of life, and still maintain hope--That is everything. Because in order to flourish in the desert, to grow in the bleak, shallow dust and still believe in the possibility of beauty requires a special kind of persistence, It's not only patience and grit and strength, I realized. It's also faith.

There is always a smile, a blessing, a flare of recognition from the hardworking young man who, because of the way beauty begets empathy (among other things), imagines his own little sister or cousin or daughter in the place of these girls.

There's a moment, Lydia realizes, or no, more than a moment—a span of perhaps fifteen minutes just at twilight—when the desert is the most perfect place that exists. The temperature, the light, the colors, all hang and linger at some unflawed precipice, like the cars of a roller coaster ticking ever so slowly over the apex before the crash.

The girl is so beautiful she seems almost to glow, more colorful than the landscape in which she sits. The dingy gray of the concrete overpass, the pebble brown of the tracks and the earth, the faded blue of her baggy jeans, the dirty white of her oversized T-shirt, the bleached arc of the sky, it all recedes behind her. Her presence is a vivd throb of color that deflates everything else around her. An accident of biology. A living miracle of splendor. It's a real problem.