Quotes About Beauty

The silvery aura from the window fell across his face, lighting a translucent, pale fire in his gray eyes. She could identify no telltale trace of humor or mockery in his features. There was simply his austere male beauty, that sullen perfection marred only by the little scar across his left eyebrow, which showed more clearly in the thin winter light.

She liked what she saw, although she knew being a not-beautiful woman was supposed to be a tragedy.

Funny how you notice how beautiful things are just when you're about to leave them.

There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you.

You will see the world. You will have love affairs with boys who see past a pretty face. You will be strong. You will call and tell me about it.

It is nice. But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.

The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver.

I have always said that a picture book is a palace for a poem. I still believe that.

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.

A soft growl came from his throat.You´re so beautiful,Doc.Every inch of you is soaking wet.Your pussy´s like a ripe peach,juice running down your leg.

Ingeborg lifted her face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the lake—wavelets lapping the shore, birds singing and two jays scolding above them, the wind sharing secrets with the crags, and children laughing and shouting. The mountain music filled Ingeborg with such joy, it leaked out her eyes and down her cheeks.

the sun was already stretching golden fingers across the grass, the blades sparkled green, like a welcome mat sprinkled with diamonds.

She'd been told her eyes were her best feature, amber with flecks of gold

A meadowlark clinging to a goldenrod loosed his song in notes of joy that Joshua was sure he could see sparkling in the sun. Dewdrops still outlined a spider's web in dots of glitter, a prism of golden rays.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

A flower may be beautiful all on its own, but a person is never truly beautiful unless someone's eyes show him that he is beautiful.

He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the only thing he did that was cute. He was gorgeous, sensual, but rarely cute. - Anita Blake about Jean-Claude

I have lived for over three hundred years. In that time, the ideal of beauty has changed many times. Large breasts, small, thin, curved, tall, short, they have all been the height of beauty at one time or another. But in all that time, ma petite, I have never desired anyone the way I desire you. - Jean-Claude

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

The truth is so often disappointing, or ugly; don't you find that, ma petite ?

Is your hair as soft as all those curls look? No.

because love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer; but every flower needs sun, and being in love requires risking yourself. It can require risking everything you are, not just in battle, but emotionally. Sometimes you have to risk it all to gain it all.