Quotes About Beauty

Why didn't everyone feel as I did that natural beauty raises the spiritual energy of the world?

That's what I love. Not being interrupted, sitting in a car by myself and listening to music in the rain. There are so many great songs yet to sing.

In this culture, where energy and egotism are rewarded in the young and good-looking, plain aging women are supposed to be self-effacing, uncomplaining--to take up as little space and breathe as little air as possible.

Fairies weren't always pretty mites. That was just tales people told for babies.

It's funny because I'm a sucker for glitz and glitter when it comes to clothes and nail polish, but with my makeup, I'm more comfortable with a natural look. It feels more like me.

She wouldn't be sad, she didn't care if she were ugly; she had accepted her wistful elfin face as she accepted the birds and trees, as something which was part of the earth.

The smooth beeches held up their glass-clear leaves to the sun, and the light strained through them like water through a sieve.

We mustn't allow our circumstances and disappointments to become the excuse for the choices we make in life. God is greater than all of that, and He can bring beauty out of ashes. Our trials come, Augustine said, "to prove us and to improve us.

Major Rutledge of the Buffs, Eton and Sandhurst as to intonation, millimetrically tooth-brushed as to moustache, Savile Row as to the quite dazzling sartorial perfection of his khaki drill, was so magnificently out of place in the wild beauty of the rocky, tree-lined bluffs of that winding creek that his presence there seemed inevitable.

the hilly wilds of Cork and Kerry…That was as far

With a face and a figure and an acting talent like that, she could have had Hollywood tramping a path of beaten gold to her doorstep.

Sometimes it slanted against her window with a pinging sound, which meant it was close to hail, and then it was visible as tiny pellets for a moment on the pane before the pellets vanished and rolled quietly down the glass, each drop leaving its own delicate trickle. At other times it fell straight down, hardly touching the window at all, but still there beyond the glass, like a delicate, beaded curtain at the entrance to another room.

On a clear day you can see Prince Edward Island , we would say. Not "forever", just Prince Edward Island.

Over me green branches hang A blackbird leads the loud song; Above my penlined booklet I hear a fluting bird-throng. The cuckoo pipes a clear call Its dun cloak hid in deep dell; Praise to God for this goodness That in woodland I write well.

What birds are these wildgeese—flying from precincts where the earth and oceans end— with their enormous wings and speckled throats?

O violet-haired, holy, honeysmiling Psapfo

A good education would be devoted to encouraging and refining the love of the beautiful, but a pathologically misguided moralism instead turns such longing into a sin against the high goal of making everyone feel good, of overcoming nature in the name of equality. Love of the beautiful may be the last and finest sacrifice to radical egalitarianism.

Spring is the earth forgiving itself.)

All Mrs. B's furniture was missing limbs or spines or cushions—bricks and broomsticks were busy being everything's crutch—but the room looked beautiful anyhow. Especially if you squinted some.

Once she stopped to pluck a pink rhododendron flower that was just coming into bloom and took it back to the ward with her, twirling it in her hands.

The points are not the point; the point is poetry.

Points are not the point. The point is poetry.

Why were you staring at me?" the girl asked. The boy replied, "Because you are beautiful.

He draws asparagus and cabbages, but he's obsessed with artichokes. He draws them more than any other vegetable. Why artichokes?" George drained his glass. "The artichoke is a sexy beast. Thorns to cut you, leaves to peel, lighter and lighter as you strip away the outer layers, until you reach the soft heart's core.