Quotes About Beauty

Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.

To behold her is an immediate check to loose behavior; to love her is a liberal education.

Die menschliche Stimme ist das schönste Instrument, aber es ist am schwierigsten zu spielen.

Cagayan River.

She had a way of brushing her hair back from her face with one hand, slowly, using the tips of her fingers, closing her eyes briefly, and he was entranced by that. The sheer pleasure she took in it.

O thou, my gracious evening star.

The oldest, truest, most beautiful organ of music, the origin to which alone our music owes its being, is the human voice.

Unicamente los hombres fuertes conocen el amor, solamente el amor incluye la belleza, solamente la belleza produce el arte. El amor de los débiles entre sí no puede producir sino la satisfacción de sus apetencias lujuriosas.

Only the Strong know Love; only Love can fathom Beauty; only Beauty can fashion Art.

Winterstürme wichen dem Wonnemond, In mildem Lichte leuchtet der Lenz.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon's tuning his skin to it.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

If the king had given me for my own Paris, his citadel, And I for that must leave alone Her whom I love so well, I'd say then to the Crown Take back your glittering town My darling is more fair, I swear. My darling is more fair.

Parlando, la signora Givings contempló, distratta e affascinata insieme, la semitrasparenza cremisi che il sole morente metteva nel lobo dell'orecchio del marito, trasformando la sua forfora in fuochi infuocati, ma col pensiero stava già pregustando la serata.

Oh, Jesus, it was the loveliest and most terrible thing he'd ever seen; it was the source of the world; and his shame was so immediate that he let the fabric slip back into place after only a second or two.

Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.

Not into older guys, huh?" asked Adrian once we were alone. "You're imagining things," I said. "Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.

I tried to be a better person for her– but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I'm around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you're like… like light made into flesh. […] You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.

The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.

He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.

Yet, it had been Dimitri's gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world.

My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Beauty, brains, and now brawn.

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov