Quotes About Beauty

la noche del DF, una noche que a mí siempre me ha parecido preciosa, generalmente las noches aquí son frescas, brillantes, pero no frías, noches hechas para pasear o para coger, noches hechas para platicar sin apuro.

Now all I read is poetry. Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game. I don't know if you follow me, Professor. Only poetry—and let me be clear, only some of it—is good for you, only poetry isn't shit.

Ik ben voor geen enkele vorm van schoonheid immuun.

La actitud de ellos me molestaba. Era básicamente cómo si me menospreciaran por mi aspecto físico. Era como si pensaran: A esta chava no le puede gustar este pobre desgraciado sin dientes. Cómo si los dientes tuvieran algo que ver con el amor.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Only poetry isn't shit.

I really admire a woman for her intelligence, her personality. Beauty is not enough.

Fashion should be something that in the morning, when you open your window, you say, 'Oh fantastic, sun!' Then you take your shower, you say, 'OK fantastic, which colour I wear today because I feel happy?' This should be fashion.

Roma, Roma, città grande, posso farti le domande? Roma, Roma, città amata, ma quand'è che tu sei nata? Roma, Roma, città bella, sei mai stata cittadella? Roma, Roma, città brava, chi a quei tempi ti abitava? Roma, Roma, città altera, sei rimasta sempre intera? Roma, Roma, città tosta, dammi l'ultima risposta: Roma, Roma, città antica, sei mia amica o sei nemica? ? Orma ramo roma amor

Nelle notti d'inverno, non ci sarà più la luce dello stralisco? – disse Ganuan, voltandosi a guardare il prato spento. – Però ci saranno le stelle, padre, – disse Madurer.

Art needs to be imaginatively undressed in order to be appreciated, and so does the world.

Is Ronchamp reminiscent of the Ark left stranded on Ararat, or like 'bits of broken china thrown on top of the hill'? Is the roof like a bird's wing, or does the whole edifice look like a decoy? Is it an alighting dove or a sitting duck? Good taste bids us to suppress the latter in favour of the former, although the latter is as easy to see.

Even the homeliest girl secretly dreams that a man might fall in love with her inner spirit.

Blind funny little creatures they were, fumbling in the midst of a love they feared to acknowledge. To win, all they had to do was surrender but they could not perceive that. The beauty of what they could have been together made him ache. Is was a love he had been seeking all his life, a love to redeem and perfect him. That which he most desired, they feared and avoided.

The carriageway to the front door was wide, and graceful white birches lined it. In autumn they shed a carpet of gold on the road, and in winter, burdened with snow, they arched over it, a frosted white tunnel paned with glimpses of blue sky.

I have known beauties and joys that tried my heart's strength as surely as the tragedies and uglinesses have

like a bright chip of glass, fallen from a gorgeous mosaic of Elderlings and turreted cities and dragons on the wing, to lie in the dirt, broken away from all she that had once been her destiny

Attitude and bearing. Believe you are beautiful, and so will everyone else

Look at her. The sun soaks right int her and shines back out of her. She's magnificent.

Be a little puppet on their strings. That was what Reyn wanted from her, also. She recognized that even if he did not. He was attracted to her not just for her beauty and charm, but because she was young. He thought he could control all her actions and even her thoughts.

It was immensely attractive, in the way that a sparkling creek glimpsed through trees draws the eye, or the smell of fresh-baked bread wakes hunger.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it.

In every building, in every garden, at every turn the visitor finds the austere beauty and simplicity of color and form that are the Mountain ideal. The overall impression that one carries away is of tranquillity and joy in the natural world. The chosen simplicity of life there may lead the visitor to question his own choice in life.