Quotes About Beauty

Humans still have a tendency to think that good is always pretty and that evil is always ugly. I've found that it's so often the other way around.

Put some make-up on me and I look not unlike a china doll. Put me in a puffy pink dress and I look delicate, dainty, petite. Dammit.

there is beauty that hits the eye like a bolt of lightning, that burns and sears and blinds. It is more disaster than pleasure. But yours, yours is a beauty that lulls one into comfort, into not protecting one's eyes from the light, then one night you realise that the moon, too, has its beauty.

Ms. Harrison paled so that the makeup floated on her suddenly pale skin like impressionist water lilies.

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.

Why does anger makes people pretty? Rage doesn't. Rage makes you ugly, but a little anger, that just seems to add spice. One of nature's cruelties, or maybe it's to keep us from killing each other more often.

The sight of him all aglow did make me catch my breath. He would always be beautiful. No amount of hatred could take that away from him. But beauty wasn't enough, not enough by half.

A gold chain cut across her forehead with a diamond the size of my thumb in it. More diamonds burned like white fire at her throat. She was absolutely naked except for a sprinkling of gold body glitter, done thick enough on her nipples to make them seem metallic. A diamond anklet glittered on her right ankle. Three gold chains rode low on her hips, and that was it. And I'd complained about my outfit.

You're as tough as you are beautiful, which means a lot of women must hate you on sight, and the men can't decide whether to try to compete with you or sleep with you.

Doyle's skin wasn't brown—it was black. He looked as if he'd been carved from ebony. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, the chin a little too sharp for my taste. He was all angles and darkness. Those angles looked deceptively delicate, like the bones of a bird, but I'd seen him be hit full in the face with a war hammer once. He'd bled, but he hadn't broken. The

Credo di sì.» Patrick sospirò. «Cioè, credo che sarebbe stato meno orribile se fosse stato un altro. Tu sei così piccola e carina. Non dovresti mozzare le dita alla gente.» «Oh, ti prego!»

Only Jean-Claude could die and look this pretty while he did it. 'Anita

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;

Angel started to cry on the way. "I am so sorry, Anita." The thick Goth eye makeup started to run down her face like black tears. She needed to switch brands. Mine didn't run like that. Thank you, Dior.

I realize that looming up before us is one of the major holiday hurdles that any group of girls has to face: the first time they all decide to go swimming together. I hate this bit. It's the Swimsuit Beauty Parade.

L'amore è bello ." Love is beautiful.

Bespoke vaginas are the new Birkin bags.

It hurt to kill a dream, like tearing petals off a rose in full bloom.

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies. The Orchid Affair

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.

For I shall bring you crimson leaves And rippling wheat in golden sheaves; A cache of berries, red and sweet, And dappled deer on silent feet. - Emma Delagardie and Augustus Whittlesby, Americanus: A Masque in Three Parts

She flushed a becoming pink during the ceremony; her green eyes moistened and shimmered like the calm and prosperous ocean.

Benim türümdeki yazarlar?n ressamlarla paylaÅŸt?klar? ortak bir ilke vard?r. -Asl?na tümüyle sad?k kalarak kopyalamak resimlerimizin yeterince çarp?c? olmalar?n? engellediÄŸinde, bizler ehven-i ÅŸeri (kötünün iyisini) seçer ve güzelliÄŸi ihlal etmektense hakikat? tahrif etmeyi (deÄŸiÅŸtirmeyi) yeÄŸleriz.

You know the reason I love the stars is because we can't hurt them: we can't burn them, we can't melt them , we can't make them overflow, we can't flood them or burn them up—so we keep reacing for them