Quotes About Beauty

So many lights you'd think we were living in a constellation

Manhattan can be beautiful, Ellis, if you are willing to see it and not compare it to what you loved before

The moment slipped away, but because it wasn't perfect, it was the most perfect one she could remember having

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of stars.

She actually liked the idea that she might be made out of stars.

Still, the flowers were growing right along with them, miniature roses and hydrangea, lavender and peonies, magenta and red and pink and purple flowers. And not just in the garden, but all around, the orchard was bursting with green, and smells, and birds singing until long after dark.

It never occurred to me before, but there could have easily been a world with no buses, no horns honking, no red lights, no shopping carts, no gum stick to the bottom of benches downtown. For that matter I guess there also could have been no sun, no trees, and no ocean. None of those things had to exist, I guess. It makes me feel lucky that they do.

West Virginia was mysterious and it liked to keep to itself. It hid in the folds of mountains, resting in the cool shade. It was sweet, beautiful, and bashful. Its woods held its secrets or at least it seemed that way to May.

But the last time they were all at the orchard together, Birdie only found one lone blossom, drying up. She took it with her and tucked it in her hair. What mattered was still there. That was what they all felt, and it was what surprised them all. What mattered couldn't be shaken.

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of diamonds.

Compared to northern woods, which Leeda had seen on a trip up the Hudson River Valley, the Georgia forest felt primeval. Northern trees seemed picturesque and petite to Leeda, their leaves small in soft, bright greens. Georgia forests were loaded with tall, drooping trees covered in kudzu and smothered in deep greens that seemed like they could swallow someone up. Leeda had never noticed it before.

Boys always stared at Leeda, but they stared at Murphy harder because Leeda looked fine like china, but Murphy looked like the world's most decadent banana split. Boys were scared of both of them. Scared of Leeda because she looked too cool to touch and scared of Murphy because they were afraid she might bite them.

I was so nervous when I put my hand on his cheek and felt the scars and said, "You're a beautiful sight," and put my lips to his.

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that." Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her. "I didn't do it to look nice," she said. "But you do care." Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Por qué las chicas nos obsesionamos tanto con nuestra apariencia? Es como si realmente creyéramos que lograr mantener nuestro pelo y maquillaje perfectos hará toda la diferencia. Como si cualquier hombre digno de nuestro tiempo dejaría de ver nuestra belleza debido a un clip de diamantes de imitación arreglado en un ángulo torcido.

The fig tree grows its flowers strangely inside out, concealed within the soft interior of the fruit. Erszébet imagines the fig's hidden fairy weight of seeds, grown in sweetness that is also a darkness. Like treasure in a cave.

There's one more thing I want to say. It's a touchy subject. Black beauty. Black sensuality. We live in a culture where the beauty of black people isn't always as celebrated as other types. I'd like to help change that if I can!

A man can forgive all manner of faults in beautiful women that in ugly men he find entirely beyond sufferance

A dour-faced woman was working at a spinning wheel on a doorstep, and she frowned at Logen as he walked past with the unconscious apprentice over his shoulder. Logen smiled back at her. She was no beauty, that was sure, but it had been a very long time. The woman ducked into her house and kicked the door shut, leaving the wheel spinning. Logen sighed. The old magic was still there.

Everything beautiful has a dark side, and some of us must dwell there, so that others can laugh in the light.

Ma says that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,' Jeralene said. 'But that the Lord has put something pretty in everybody.

You are beautiful inside and outside, through and through, and I love you completely. Desperately. With every inch of my heart and soul, and I always will to my dying day.

Love doesn't always come barreling down on you like a train engine. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like spring overtaking winter. The chill winds begin to warm and suddenly the trees have leaves and the flowers are blooming.