Quotes About Beauty

That room was full to the brim of something beautiful,...Its name was Happiness.

True love is delicate and kind, full of gentle perception and understanding, full of beauty and grace, full of joy unutterable. There should be some flavor of this in all our love for others. We are all one. We are one flesh in the Mystical Body as man and woman are said to be one flesh in marriage. With such a love one would see all things new; we would begin to see people as they really are, as God sees them.

For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.

She thought there was a curious hardness about her, as if her beauty was a deceptively rich topsoil, thinly spread over rock.… Finding that no one was looking in her direction, Mrs. Pollifax

She thought there was a curious hardness about her, as if her beauty was a deceptively rich topsoil, thinly spread over rock.… Finding that no one was looking in her direction, Mrs. Pollifax reached into her purse and surreptitiously examined her passport. Mrs. Lovecraft was absolutely right: there

What continues to astonish me about a garden is that you can walk past it in a hurry, see something wrong, stop to set it right, and emerge an hour or two later breathless, centered, and wondering what on earth happened.

Juliette Récamier (1777–1849), is remembered for her exquisite beauty and grace—her portrait by David hangs in the Louvre; Gerard's in the Carnavalet—but most of all she is defined by her romantic "friendships" which brought a certain frisson to the hermetic world of the literary salon. Madame Récamier's salon was the first one to reopen its doors after the Revolution.

I had no illusions at all that I was beautiful, pretty or even able to attract the right sort of attention from men

Well, there are always those who cannot distinguish between glitter and glamour . . .

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing...

The hard must become habit. The habit must become easy. The easy must become beautiful.

Falling in love creates beauty in every facet of life. A hovering bee, a gentle flowing creek, pale blue sky, the crinkle at the corner of an old woman's eye, bare feet on velvet moss, a songbird in a bush, even the howl of a far away wolf become so beautiful to those finding a new love. It was like that for Sassy and Hanlon, everything seemed sharper and clearer. It was like a new view of the world that they had never known existed had opened up to them. Doug Hiser Montana Mist

Could I pick some flowers for Miranda?' I asked. 'You cannot take these flowers,' said Zoran. 'They belong to the government.

God looks at the heart of your erotic desire to understand how you are using your sexuality. When you mentally lust after someone with whom God wants to give you a pure connecting or coupling relationship, you contaminate and adulterate something potentially beautiful in your life. As

Children are like poems. They're beautiful -- to their creators -- but to others they're just silly and fucking annoying.

I ventured the idea that, as most of the women in Kilkenny were such misshapen pigs, if you were to actually fuck them, you would be more concerned the next morning about what species they were rather than what age.

Jonathan loved Sarah's beauty, but attributed her attractiveness to the fullness of God in her soul. To call theirs love at first sight would be to mislead most modern readers. These two fell in love with the image and glory of God they saw in each other.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

My wife is a lovely leathery green, the blue-tongued lizard said; Her eyes are as red as bulldog ants, lurking in holes in her head; Her body is made of the speckled grass, a violet grows on her tongue, And I could watch her for fifty years if nobody blundered along.

Trees are still more soothing than steel and cement, despite the lack of a purely intellectual argument as to why this should be so. " Carr