Quotes About Beauty

She stood in one smooth motion, surprisingly pale where the sun not touch her, slender and hard-muscled, yet with roundnesses and softnesses that haunted his dreams.

Beauty flees,"[...]Will you no longer be you? Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.

The young man who stood there was the handsomest mad Rand had ever seen, almost too handsome for masculinity.

The rose petal floats on water," Lan recited softly. "The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

When she drifted off, she was thinking of Ryne, strangely. A pity if he was afraid of her, now. A great pity if he turned out to be a Darkfriend. He was charming, and quite pretty, really. She did not mind a man wanting to see her unclothed, only his telling others about it.

There is a different beauty in simplicity, in a single line placed just so, a single flower among the rocks. The harshness of the stone makes the flower more precious. We try not to dwell too much on what is gone. The strongest heart will break under that strain.

Yamada might be a good general—Mat did not know—but he had never stood a chance against Riselle and that marvelous bosom.

Light, but a man could drown in those eyes and be happy doing it.

You are quite beautiful, child. Perhaps you should beware of Perrin. I never see him but in the company of beautiful girls." Faile gave Perrin a flat, considering look, then tried to gloss it over quickly.

when she smiled, it seemed the sun might hide its head in defeat.

Perhaps I also dwell too much on what is gone. And yet, the groves were beautiful.

Birgitte's breast held a strangely soft heart for small boys, especially ugly ones.

I have waited for the first rose of spring, and now I find it at my grandfather's fire.

She was young—no older than he was, perhaps—and tall for a woman, with black hair to her shoulders. A nose that just missed being too large and too bold, a generous mouth, high cheekbones, and dark, slightly tilted eyes. He could not quite decide whether she was beautiful or not. As soon as he looked down, she turned to address one of the serving women and did not glance at the stairs again, but he was sure he had been right. She had been staring at him.

A flower in a field of weeds was always a sight, but if you passed cultivated flower beds every day, none of them drew your notice.

yet not a quarter so well as you display yourself, for night-blooming dara lilies would weep with envy to see you stroll beside the moonlit water, as I would do, and make myself a bard to sing your praises by this very moon.

The man should have grown a beard to hide that narrow jaw. It made his head look like a forester's splitting wedge.

sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams. . . .

A light breeze caught the scent of roses and ruffled tall calma bushes with their big red or white blossoms.

The Creator made women to please the eye and trouble the mind.

Semak berduri hitam pun terkadang berbunga, indah dan putih di antara durinya Verin

You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

because yes – he likes to 'write' – but to 'do' – to do a particular thing – perhaps on paper (perhaps on canvas – perhaps in stone – perhaps, perhaps in a musical score) – a thing that will stand, a thing that will bear (that will sustain) repeated contemplation: a thing that will sustain long contemplation, and that will (in a 'deep' enough way) reward the beholder.

But technology is simply the making of things and the making of things can't by its own nature be ugly or there would be no possibility for beauty in the arts, which also include the making of things. Actually a root word of technology, techne , originally meant art. The ancient Greeks never separated art from manufacture in their minds, and so never developed separate words for them.