Quotes About Beauty

Goodness me, Charlotte, she went on, much her old self again, who on earth ever fell in love with anyone who looked handsome? What a ghastly bore handsome is.

The garden looks wonderful, Mama, I would always say when we arrived back at the house. It's chaos, darling. I like chaos.

Do you say that tree isn't pretty cause it doesn't look like that tree? We're all trees. You're a tree. I'm a tree. You've got to love your body, Eve. You've got to love your tree. Love your tree. (Leah)

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

You could appreciate the beauty of the world by trying to paint it.

I loved buildings that had grown silently with the centuries, catching the best of each generation while time curbed the artist's pride and the philistine's vulgarity and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.

a sigh fit for the pillow, the sinking firelight, and a bedroom window open to the stars and the whisper of bare trees.

a necklace of pearls on a white neck. We had lost the sense of discovery which had infused the anarchy of our first year. I began to settle down. ... the old house in the foreground, the rest of the world abandoned and forgotten; a world of its own of peace and love and beauty...

The way ran zigzag through a forest of pine which the bitter wind, still that morning, had turned to ice; every bough was adorned with lines of stalactite which shivered and glittered in the morning sun; every needle had a brilliant, vitreous case and when she flicked her whip at a wayside shrub she brought down a tinkling shower of ice-leaves, each the veined impression of its crisp, green counterpart.

I can quite understand that many people may be depressed by the spectacle of naked humanity. Personally I cannot see that an ugly body is any more offensive than an ugly dress.

Ta näis sõnatult ütlevat: Vaadake mind. Ma olen oma panuse andnud. Ma olen kaunis. See minu ilu on midagi täiesti ebatavalist. Ma olen loodud inimeste rõõmuks. Aga mis ma ise sellest saan? Kus on minu tasu? See oligi viimase kümne aasta peamine muutus; ja see tegelikult oligi tema tasu - see teda igavesti saatev nõiduslik nukrus, mis läks otse südamesse ja võttis sõnad suust; see andis tema ilule täiuse.

He was entrancing, with that epicene beauty which in extreme youth sings aloud for love and withers at the first cold wind.

And we would leave the golden candlelight of the dining-room for the starlight outside and sit on the edge of the fountain, cooling our hands in the water and listening drunkenly to its splash and gurgle over the rocks. 'Ought we to be drunk every night?' Sebastian asked one morning. 'Yes, I think so.' ' I think so too.

Man is never beautiful; he is never happy except when he becomes the channel for the distribution of mechanical forces.

a handsome Frenchwoman abounding in commercial good nature.

It] has been said that the difference between Greek and Israelite religion was that the Greeks worshiped the 'holiness of beauty' whereas the Jews worshiped 'the beauty of holiness.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.

a great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain

Her life was the significant pause between two glances in a mirror. ( paraphrased from The Beautiful and Damned)

her youth passed in renaissance glory

Faces swirled about him, a kaleidoscope of girls, ugly, ugly as sin- too fat, too lean, yet floating upon this autumn air as upon their own warm passionate breaths poured out into the night. Here, for all their vulgarity, he thought, they were faintly and subtly mysterious.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget.

I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.