Quotes About Beauty

I've often thought madness, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

beauty plus personality equal model while beauty plus personality plus spirituality equals super model

She looked up and out and jumped into the stars, into the famous valley of light.

Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.

When God makes a beautiful woman, the devil opens a new register.

The creator and arbiter of beauty is the heart; to the male rattlesnake the female rattlesnake is the loveliest thing in nature.

To men a man is but a mind. Who caresWhat face he carries or what form he wears?But woman's body is the woman. OStay thou, my sweetheart, and do never go.

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring but beauty faded has no second spring.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

I want to chase the butterflies.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.

You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.

the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

S'appeler Plectrude, c'était à double tranchant : soit on était laide et ce prénom soulignait votre laideur, soit on était belle et l'étrange sonorité de Plectrude démultipliait votre beauté.

Human life can be liken to that of a flower, its beautiful when it blooms, though yours may delay but when it blooms, it will be the rarest and the most beautiful of all.

Not all the beautiful things are seen, sometimes, they are felt.

To understand the secret of life, just study the clouds

God, she was beautiful - my first image of the Orient - a woman such as only the desert poet knew how to praise: her face was the sun, her hair the protecting shadow, her eyes fountains of cool water, her body the most slender of palm-trees and her smile a mirage.

I despise the zeal of the devout, but I have never said that the One is two. I am not one of those for whom faith is simply fear of judgement. How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of the creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

L'amour est soif au bord d'un puits, L'amour est fleur et non pas fruit »

How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

Et il m'apparut que ce geste qui consiste à cueillir une fleur et à l'ajouter au bouquet que l'on tient déjà dans sa main, et que l'on serre même contre son cÅ"ur, est le geste le plus beau et le plus cruel à la fois, parce qu'il rend hommage à la fleur en lui donnant la mort.