Quotes About Beauty

then the shock of the early plunge, the scamper along the bank, and the radiant transformation of earth, air, and water, when suddenly the sun was with them again, and grey was gold and color was born and sprang out of the earth once more.

Here and there great branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of the snow, and robins perched and hopped on them in their perky conceited way, just as if they had done it themselves.

suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before— this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver— glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.

So beautiful and strange and new! Since it was to end so soon, I almost wish I had never heard it. For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it for ever.

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Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again.

Poetry, which is written while no one is looking, is meant to be looked at for all time.

You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

The precious ordinary. I

Front Range

Shanna, sweet Shanna. How can I tell you what you mean to me? When I saw you at the ball it was as if my heart started beating again. You lit up the room, bright in an ocean of black and white. And I thought- my life has been nothing but a dark, endless night. Then you came out like a rainbow and filled my black soul with color.

Why don't you two take a little walk?" Eleni suggested. "The moon is beautiful tonight." "That's a great idea." Robby stood, releasing Olivia's hand. "Will ye walk with me, lass?" "Yes." She grabbed her sweater, pulled it over her head, then fixed the clip that held her hair in place on the back of her head. "No funny stuff," Eleni warned. "I'll be watching with the telescope.

There was always one. Every village seemed to have one young woman who believed her beauty could somehow magically protect her from a monster. Somehow, they would be special enough to tame the Beast. They were always wrong.

Their faces are like sunlight on water, a thousand tumbling jacks of white and silver.

He looked up. His mouth stayed where it was and noise quit coming out of it. Yes, Asil thought, the other's awe soothing the feathers that had been ruffled by the wait, I am beautiful.

For a second, there was that weird flicker in her eyes, that wickedness that I loved, that I wanted to live inside. A wicked child was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart.

Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can't put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you're doing it from a position of correction.

Beauty has a lot to do with character.

she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.