Quotes About Beauty

Señor, ¿por qué no han de tener las mujeres derecho para encontrar guapos a los hombres que lo sean, y por qué ha de mirarse mal que lo manifiesten? (...) Si no lo decimos, lo pensamos, y no hay nada mas peligroso que lo reprimido y oculto, lo que se queda dentro.

Moja mi?o?? do Lintona jest jak li?cie w lesie. Wiem dobrze, ?e czas j? zmieni, tak jak zima zmienia wygl?d lasu.

Moja mi?o?? do Heathcliffa jest jak wiecznotrwa?a ziemia pod stopami, nie przykuwa oka swoim pi?knem, ale jest niezb?dna do ?ycia.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day.

She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her have better dreams. And if she couldn't sleep, she could just read them and be reminded of something so stunningly beautiful that her heart would swell and her bones would sigh and for just a second, the world would not seem like it was going to crush her.

Un buen corazón te ayudará a tener una cara hermosa

Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.

I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

His features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders; and his eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine's, with all their beauty annihilated.

Cap capellà del món no s'hauria imaginat un cel tan bell com el que ells concebien en aquella conversa innocent. Escoltant-los, sanglotant, no podia evitar desitjar que tots tres estiguéssim junts en aquell cel, fora de perill.

Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them.

mesmo que eu o derrubasse vinte vezes, isso não o tornaria menos bonito, nem a mim menos feio. (...) - Um bom coração ajuda a ter um belo rosto, meu rapaz, mesmo que a pessoa seja monstruosa. Sabias que um coração empedernido é capaz de tornar a pessoa mais bonita num verdadeiro monstro.

no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

melancholy sweeter than common joy.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad,' I continued, 'if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn - Stars

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.  A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

She may be beautiful, but she's certainly no angel.