Quotes About Beauty

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

Bright unused beauty still plaugued her in the mirror.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...

She was beautiful-- but especially she was without mercy. He must own that strength that could send him away.

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is. and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

I think they're very attractive,' Abe agreed. 'I just don't think they're attractive, that's all.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—

The fruit of youth or of the grape, the transitory magic of the brief passage from darkness to darkness - the old illusion that truth and beauty were in some way entwined.

A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father's Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.

Their eyes met, locked, became wistful, and dreamy and beautiful.

You will admit that if it was not life it was magnificent.

Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty.

I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?

There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

Such a pretty girl- to say such wise things.

You are mysterious. I love you. You're beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that's the rarest known combination.

It's just because I love the past that I want this house to look back on its glamourous moment of youth and beauty, and I want its stairs to creak as if to the footsteps of women with hoop skirts and men in boots and spurs. But they've made it into a blondined, rouged-up old woman of sixty.

Her hair, drawn back off her ears, brushed her shoulders in such a way that the face seemed to have just emerged from it, as if this were the exact moment when she was coming from a wood into clear moonlight. The unknown yielded her up; Dick wished she had no background, that she was just a girl lost with no address save the night from which she had come.

The tears coursed down her cheeks- not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets.

My God, she's good-looking! said Mr. Sandwood, who was just over thirty. Good-looking! cried Mr. Hedrick contemptuously, she always looks as if she wanted to be kissed! Turning those big cow-eyes on every calf in town! It was doubtful if Mr. Hedrick intended a reference to the maternal instinct.

there's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal-- a small boy appeared beside them and, swinging a handful of banana peels, flung them valiantly in the direction of the potomac.

There was the starlight set upon the brilliant darkness; and there were her pale cool cheeks, and he let himself be lost in love for her, as he had so wanted to do.