Quotes About Beauty

It'd taken her several seconds to react to the sight of them together. She'd been almost hypnotized by the scene as Lothaire drank. Chase's masculine face had been tense, his gray eyes focused on the ground. Lothaire's face had been starkly beautiful, his pale blond hair brushing Chase's shoulder. Light and dark. One terrible, one tragic. And Lothaire had been... hard. Oh, gods! She cried as she ran back along the trail. Hot poker for my eyes! Hot poker!

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

Hate Scars. I'm physically flawless-why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran. Lothair Enemy of Old

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

Lothaire: Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

Nix was so beautiful yet so damaged. - Uilleam MacRieve ~

Kaderin didn't believe, as a whole, the nymphs were more beautiful than the Valkyrie, but everything about them screamed, Easy lay! When you don't want to work for it! And curiously, many males found that more appealing than the Valkyrie's Do it and die, simian.

We're watching your mate," Sian said. "Well done. She's horrifyingly lovely.

Admit it: you Photoshopped your carnates.

As Mel ushered me into a seat in front of my mirror, I demanded, "This is how I'm supposed to compete with Clotile?

My mother once told me that diamonds were born of pressure, but I never understood what she meant until I met you.

You couldn't be more beautiful." She sighed, "I know

And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his cock and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow—who made his chest ache.

She has an arse men should write sonnets to. . . .

The beauty calms the beast?

Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.

I glimpsed Death's face for the first time. Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined. Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.

Nix, you beautiful bitch.

If God made anything better than women, I think he kept it for himself.

Every moment of life mattered. Even the perfect snowflake that alighted on his palm and melted in seconds.

If you think beauty insipid, you haven't experienced it. Nor is it always devoid of suffering. That's something religious artists have always understood, Michelangelo, Chagall, and Van Gogh, Beethoven, C.S. Lewis, and all the writer's for whom beauty is a gift and a calling.

The body is an organ of memory, holding traces of all our experiences. The land, too, carries the burden of all its changes. To truly see and understand a landscape is to see its depth as well as its smooth surfaces, its beauty and its scars.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

Blue water extends in rows of gentle ripples to a thin line of barely visible cottonwoods on the far side. The wind dies to a whisper and it's quiet, almost perfectly still except for the snap of grasshoppers leaping from the weeds. To the west the mountains rise suddenly, almost violently from the sandy brown of the plains, layered silhouettes of blue and green and gray rising to a turquoise sky. My heart is filled with the beauty of it all.