Quotes About Beauty

Pre-forty, you can wash your face with Tide and use Vaseline for moisturizer, toss on a little mascara and lip gloss, and you're a friggin' cover girl. Those of us on the slippery slope that is the Other Side of Forty can testify-- those days are so over. You pore over labels promising everything short of actual rebirth-- you will buy most of them for an average of $450 per quarter once-- and none of them will work. You will still be getting older and poorer with every passing purchase.

Cheap jewelry, however, is worse than no jewelry at all, and there are very few things in life that are worse than no jewelry at all.

Friendship is the most important thing to Mr. Aquarius. It's a thing of beauty and inspiration to this highly gentle man.

God made Labrador in six days. And on the seventh, he threw rocks at it. —Old Newfoundland saying

For every wizened female tortoise there's a male tortoise who thinks she's irresistible.

Clemency marvelled, trying a purple eyeshadow shot with gold sparkly bits on the back of her hand

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

The thing that first knocked me out about Amsterdam, even on the coldest, greyest February day, was its beauty. The houses rise, red and grey, and seem to float swanlike above the canals. The sheen on the water is olive-green, and mallards with their brilliant emerald heads slide gravely under the bridges. if you close your eyes you can see the city peopled again by those who built it - seventeenth century burghers in their black coats, rich from trading with the Indies.

the looniness of the long distance runner - pounding along country lanes, so anxious to lop off seconds he never stops to marvel at a field of buttercups or a flock of geese against the sky.

I simply adore Princeton. To begin with it is so beautiful : ravishing white clapboard houses with dark green shutters, verandas weighed down with great amethyst watrfalls of wisaria, mists of white dogwood and syringa; copper beeches so shiny that they must be put outside the gardens to be polished every night.

Between towering beeches, like ice cliffs, the lake glittered in the moonlight, arctic white along the frozen edges, but with a dark badger stripe of flowing water down the centre.

I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a scary tattoo holding a chain saw. There's just no way to really prepare for that.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

The more we narrow the definition of beauty, the more beauty we shut out of our lives.

Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.'

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my garden, and i go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.

Consider the flowers, they don't try to look right They just open their petals and turn to the light

It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Little kids shoot marbles where the branches break the sun into graceful shafts of light… I just want to be pure.

Those who have never seen a leopard under favourable conditions in his natural surroundings can have no conception of the grace of movement, and beauty of colouring, of this the most gracefuL and the most beautiful of all animales in our Indian jungles.

I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.… It is enough that I am surrounded by beauty." Ruess scaled remote canyons,

Ah but Art never fails anyone, magic and medicine may certainly fail, but never Art.

Standards of beauty change. If Mona Lisa went into a modeling agency today, they'd say, "Sorry, we don't need a janitor."