Quotes About Beauty

On all her breezes borne Earth yields no scents like those; But he, that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.

I was sorry for her; I was amazed, disgusted at her heartless vanity; I wondered why so much beauty should be given to those who made so bad a use of it, and denied to some who would make it a benefit to both themselves and others. But, God knows best, I concluded. There are, I suppose, some men as vain, as selfish, and as heartless as she is, and, perhaps, such women may be useful to punish them.

A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels; because it is helpless and harmless? A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes.

Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.

Because the road is rough and long, Shall we despise the skylark's song?

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

You are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky.

Women, far more than men, deceive the opposite sex by alterations to their appearance such as wearing make-up, painting their nails, getting fake tans, and wearing tight clothing.

Between the ages of 15 and 25 a woman reaches her maximum attractiveness.

Make-up is in short designed to mimic youth, correct asymmetries, and signal sexuality.

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

Outside, the natural world was enjoying a moment of total strength.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

I loved him for his beauty. As I would again if he came near. Beauty convinces.

his voice saying, You beauty. I can feel that beauty's heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room–

Pass down an alley then turn a corner and there it is. Volcano in a wall. Do you see that, says Ancash. Beautiful, Herakles breathes out. He is looking at the men. I mean the fire, says Ancash. Herakles grins in the dark. Ancash watches the flames. We are amazing beings, Geryon is thinking. We are neighbors of fire. And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.

The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself.

New Ending. All over the world the beautiful red breezes went on blowing hand in hand.

Az alámerülés az éj rohadt rubinjába a szabadság és a rossz logika versengésévé változott.

All children are beautiful: the thing they do with their eyes that seems so dazzling when they take you all in, or seem to take you all in; it's like being looked at by an alien, or a cat - who knows what they see?

Far below were the limestone flats they called the Flaggy Shore; grey rocks under a grey sky, and there were days when the sea was a glittering grey and your eyes could not tell if it was dusk or dawn, your eyes were always adjusting. It was like the rocks took the light and hid it away. And that was the thing about Boolavaun, it was a place that made itself hard to see.