Quotes About Beauty

He'd been there as the brothers had grieved, had seen the damage wreaked on someone who should have been young and beautiful, but who instead had wasted in the poison of his parents' garden.

You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful. You're kind and smart and the best lover I will ever have. And I love you. And you probably don't believe that and think I'm too young, but I've believed I was in love a thousand times, and this is the first time it made me better. Made me stronger. Made me someone who can really love and not someone who is constantly begging for what the world won't give me. You did that.

He's awesome," Alejandro confessed, looking at her. "Your little brother is beautiful and amazing and perfect and way too young and innocent for the things I want to do to him." Alejandro put his face back into

Galen's sweet Benedictine smile illuminated his face in that mix of glory and dirt, and John had to swallow hard or he would have just cried at beauty like a kid in church.

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,

Young, he was young and pretty hot, when it came to that. Blond, green-eyed, and out of uniform.

Pierce dreamed about a sunny day and Hal, dressed in a white linen shirt and dark cotton trousers, offering him a flower and a kiss, in an almost perfect world.

God, it's gorgeous when you do that," he said, his voice choked. "Do what?" Mackey asked, not able to stop staring at him. "Pull music out of the air," Grant

Like the first time I saw you," Crick murmured. "Like proof that God exists.

You looked at me like I was beautiful and you let me be free." "You are beautiful. I wouldn't want you any way but free.

Crick got a clear view of him, laughing and nude and beautiful enough to make his heart break.

The song of their love was like Seth's music. It would forever make the angels cry.

Crick found he had to love Jon and Amy because they loved Deacon, and how could you not love someone so goddamned beautiful that he stopped time itself?

I gazed at him, silhouetted in the moonlight from the window - feeling soft inside, when I never felt soft, and worshipful, when I thought the gods had died.

I said you were a perfect chord. You were so beautiful you made light and sound better. Looking at you, I heard the best music, the kind not even angels can play." Kelly let out what sounded to be a half-broken laugh.

He was so lovely, so gorgeous, Dawson couldn't put a name to how beautiful he was—not divinely, not spectacularly, not beautifully. He just danced. He looked like a soul clothed in muscle.

I cry a lot-I don't know why, but it just helps me. I cry over bad and good stuff-sometimes sadness can be beautiful

Theres nothing sexy about skin and Bone, Urgh, you gotta have some junk in the trunk

You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

We do not ask the trees to teach us moral lessons, and only the Salvation Army feels it necessary to pin texts upon them. We know that these texts are ridiculous, but many of us do not yet see that to write an obvious moral all over a work of art, picture, statue, or poem, is not only ridiculous, but timid and vulgar. We distrust a beauty we only half understand, and rush in with our impertinent suggestions.

Fragment" What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught With storied meaning for religion's sake.

Aubade" As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off, Beloved. And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting. Decade When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

The Wheel of the Sun" I beg you Hide your face from me. Draw the tissue of your head-gear Over your eyes. For I am blinded by your beauty, And my heart is strained, And aches, Before you. In the street, You spread a brightness where you walk, And I see your lifting silks And rejoice; But I cannot look up to your face. You melt my strength, And set my knees to trembling. Shadow yourself that I may love you, For now it is too great a pain.

Moonlight in a quiet garden that is her beauty.