Quotes About Beauty

Rien n'est plus beau qu'un corps nu. Le plus beau vêtement qui puisse habiller une femme ce sont les bras de l'homme qu'elle aime. Mais, pour celles qui n'ont pas eu la chance de trouver ce bonheur, je suis là.

I have always believed that fashion was not only to make women more beautiful, but also to reassure them, give them confidence.

Without elegance of the heart, there is no elegance.

The most beautiful makeup for a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy.

É deixar de procurar no outro o que ele nunca será capaz de lhe dar, e desenvolver esses sentimentos em você, manifestando-os em tudo que fizer, como cuidar da sua saúde, da sua beleza física, alimentar seu espírito aumentando seu conhecimento de assuntos que lhe causam prazer. Tudo isso causa grande bem-estar. Cultivar a beleza em tudo que fizer, faz muita diferença.

I don't believe in one ideal beauty.

Being nerdy just means being passionate about something, including everyone - the coolest people on Earth are passionate and therefore nerdy about something whatever it is, whether it's sports, or gaming, or technology, or fashion, or beauty, or food, or whatever.

Inside the woods is an abandoned hotel. Trees grow in the lobby and up through the rooms. Limbs jut out through the windows. It looks like outside inside. I climb the trees through 1000 rooms. I look for you in each of them. You're a long shiny line.

Any woman who counts on her face is a fool.

Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.

A piece of literature can be many things but first of all it must capture its audience. You need to seduce people, entice them into a world of beauty and horror, light and shadow, of passion, of romance, of mystery. That's the magic of it. Beyond that, of course, you can open a dialogue about the ideas which interest you, but first of all you absolutely must get inside people's minds.

People might not agree with me, but I think a woman should have a feminine shape, something you can get your hands on. You, on the other hand, look like you might be partial to the skinny type, a point of view I fully respect, don't misunderstand me.

p?mîntul este gr?dina înflorit? a universului ?i în aceast? minunat? gr?din? omul este cea mai frumoas? floare. Oamenii sînt florile p?mîntului.

Oamenii ar putea fi florile p?mîntului. ?i, negre?it, vor fi într-o zi florile p?mîntului. Mai e pîn? atunci...

Biete suflete care nu vor s? se desprind? de trup!... Aceasta mi se pare c? e taina cea mare a vie?ii. ?i frumuse?ea cea mare a vie?ii. C? oricît ar suferi trupul, c? oricît ar suferi sufletul însu?i, trupul ?i sufletul r?mîn îmbr??i?a?i. Trupul nu vrea s? se despart? de suflet ?i sufletul nu vrea s? se despart? de bun?voie de trup.

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.

Beauty? Why is the dance beautiful? Answer: Because this is a non-free movement, because the whole deep meaning of dance is in absolute, aesthetic subordination, ideal unfreedom.

The myth about the angel who rebelled against his Lord is the most beautiful of all myths, the proudest, the most revolutionary, the most immortal of them all.

All women are lips, nothing but lips.

I realize that we just met but I want to be "the example" of what a man should be instead of "another example" of what a man should never be. You are beautiful, smart, and entertaining and I hope to see you again.

Thus I am in Holland, the kingdom of things, great principality of objects. In Dutch, schoen means beautiful and at the same time clean, as if neatness was raised to the dignity of a virtue.

The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant.

Death is the only real elegance.

she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.