Quotes About Beauty

God help you in America if you are not thin and fit, attractive, athletic, and coordinated, driven to win at any cost. God help you if you are broken or sad, or even just cerebral, or artistic, or just want to be left alone. You will be told in a million different ways—directly, subliminally—just how deficient you are. But nowhere will the message be

O Hathor," Cleo began, "why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night?

She was pretty in the way water is tasty: it does the job, but lacks pizzazz. (Skye on Charlie)

People are most radiant when they let their inner beauty shine through.

To some extent. Men want to think the best of women, especially if they're attractive. Isn't there some truth in that? That we attribute moral goodness to attractive people? And to those who present themselves as victims? Natalie

Lord, What a terrible shame. You're so attractive!' I know, I want to tell her. It should have happened to someone really ugly. And then it wouldn't have mattered.

Ampia e gialla è la luce della sera E tenera è di aprile la frescura, tu sei in ritardo ormai di molti anni, eppure di vederti sono lieta.

Adaon smiled gravely. "Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too.

There is much to be known, said Adaon, and above all much to be loved, be it the turn of the seasons or the shape of a river pebble. Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.

Like his fellow genius, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis has redefined the nature of fantasy, adding richness beauty, and dimension... In our times, every fantasy realm must be measured in comparison with Narnia.

She was not stunningly beautiful. She could be pretty when she felt like it.

I commend your patience," he said. "The black beast spurs Ellidyr cruelly." "I think he'll feel better once we find the cauldron," Taran said. "There will be glory enough for all to share." Adaon smiled gravely. "Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too.

There is much to be known," said Adaon, "and above all much to be loved, be it the turn of the seasons or the shape of a river pebble. Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.

It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." ? L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.

I'm going to give you the memory of a rainbow.

To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.

It was so important to him, and he made it important to me: poetry, and language, and how we use it to remind ourselves of how our lives should be lived . . .

It was so—oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!" The Giver nodded. "It is." "Do you see it all the time?" "I see all of them. All the colors." "Will I?

You've ruined it now," she said, looking sadly at the crumpled spotted wings in Bethan's outstretched hand. "It deserved to live, and to fly.

Only the moon was familiar

If you put pussy willows in water, they'll blossom and then die. Just put them in the vase alone, and they'll stay beautiful forever.

Artist?" Thomas suggested. "That's a word. I've never heard anyone say it, but I've read it in some of the books. It means, well, someone who is able to make something beautiful. Would that be the word?

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader's, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and fire; and nails being pounded into the tender flesh of a man's hands. Painters had preserved such pain through beauty.