Quotes About Beauty

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. —"ANTHEM" BY LEONARD COHEN

There seemed to be handfuls of stars tossed right above the rooftops in Haddan, keeping the town still alight at midnight.

You could grow to love something so strong and elemental, but you'd have to value the beauty of it more than you did your own life.

a pretty little minnow...cool as rain, blue as heaven...

Her vision was going, but she could see him, the way people see clouds-beautiful, racing by, casting shadows.

The sea was a dangerous enemy, and we were surrounded by it. But I remembered what my father had told me. You could grow to love something so strong and elemental, but you'd have to value the beauty of it more than you did your own life.

Snow made him feel like crying sometimes-just the first flakes, the purest stuff.

You could grow to love something so strong and elemental, but you'd have to value the beauty of it more than you did your own life.

Sam said, Hey, you want to get high? Amy had taken his words to mean You are so beautiful I am undone by you.

Standing at her window, Anne was enchanted to see the buds that would soon be opening into white stars. Perhaps the magnolia spoke to her, and if it did, it told her that no man with ill intentions would travel with a large, flowering tree.

He awoke before dawn to find the tree in full bloom, a bower of cream-colored stars on dark, leathery leaves. He heard it speak to him when he leaned his head against the gray trunk.

The silver trout were so numerous that if every one had turned into a star, the river would have been shining with light; a man out on a skiff would then be able to find his way past Hamilton, all the way into Boston, guided by a shimmering band of water.

There wasn't a tear to be seen on the faces of the men and women in the street as the two of them walked down to Schrafft's. Only him, again, leaning by the door, suit jacket and fedora, the sunlight striking gold, the leg he had favored bent back and pressed against the building. He was smoking a cigarette. He was the handsomest man on the block. He was waiting for her. She felt Pauline beside her

There wasn't a tear to be seen on the faces of the men and women in the street as the two of them walked down to Schrafft's. Only him, again, leaning by the door, suit jacket and fedora, the sunlight striking gold, the leg he had favored bent back and pressed against the building. He was smoking a cigarette. He was the handsomest man on the block. He was waiting for her.

The wind was just above them. It seemed to skim the tops of the surrounding dunes, bending the grass. But here the sun on his knees and on his forearm felt warm.

she felt the wind rise, felt the pinprick of pebble and grit against her stockings and her cheeks—the slivered shards of mad sunlight in her eyes. She paused, still on the granite steps, touched the brim of her hat and the flying hem of her skirt—felt the wind rush up her cuffs and rattle her sleeves.

I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.

A certain kind of seriousness in a girl could cancel out looks

And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, seemed to exist in a natural confusion, more extravagant and yet more ordinary than anything I could dream or invent. Like a place that will go on existing whether you are there or not, and that in fact is still there.

Love is not for the undepilated.

Her hair had been long and wavy and brown then, natural in curl and color, as he liked it, and her face bashful and soft -- a reflection less of the way she was than of the way he wanted to see her.

Porém ela sabia agora que havia épocas em que o feio e o bonito serviam exatamente para o mesmo propósito, quando qualquer coisa para a qual se olha é apenas um gancho onde pendurar as sensações descontroladas de seu corpo e os bocados e pedaços de sua mente.

I just think it would be beautiful,' she says. 'I think it would be beautiful if a woman could.