Quotes About Beauty

Her locks an ancient lady gave Her loving husband's life to save; And men — they honored so the dame — Upon some stars bestowed her name. But to our modern married fair, Who'd give their lords to save their hair, No stellar recognition's given. There are not stars enough in heaven.

He dug his fingers into the sand, threw it over himself in handfuls and audibly blessed it. It looked like diamonds, rubies, emeralds; he could not think of nothing beautiful which it did not resemble.

Ugliness, n.: A gift of the gods to certain women, entailing virtue without humility.

OPTIMISM, n. The doctrine, or belief, that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly, everything good, especially the bad, and everything right that is wrong.

And, finally, I run because there's no better way to see the sun rise and set.

Skin like ivory, perfect; A goddess, she must be. Slender fingers, unadorned; beautiful simplicity. A single teardrop; when did it fall? Could this goddess be mortal, after all?

Fortune favors the prepared mind. Beauty seeks attention. Intelligence commands it.

I wanted to watch her walking, unselfconscious, for as long as possible.

Monza never had understood why getting out a tit or two made for a better painting. But painters seemed to think it did, so tits is what you got.

This was a place of learning, and wonder, and great beauty.' 'Time has not been kind to the place.' 'Time is never kind.

People liked to think of beauty as some natural gift, but Savine firmly believed that just about anyone could be beautiful, if they worked hard at it and spent enough money. It was merely a question of emphasising the good, disguising the bad and painfully squeezing the average into the most impressive configuration. Very much like business, really.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza.' She sighed, as if that was an accident. As if she hadn't spent an hour preening herself before the mirror. 'Facts are facts. Stating them isn't a gift. You only prove you're not blind.' She yawned, stretched in her saddle, made him wait a moment longer. 'But I'll hear more.

They passed lands that had no name, where fens of mirror pools stretched into unknown distances, thousands of fragments of sky sprinkled across this bastard offspring of earth and sea, lonely birds calling out over the desolation, and Yarvi breathed deep the salt chill and longed for home.

Huh." Above us, not ten strides distant, are some of the most fashionable addresses in the city. The shimmering palaces and a river of shit, so much closer together than most would ever like to believe. Everything beautiful has a dark side, and some of us must dwell there, so that others can laugh in the light.

Magnificent,' muttered Glokta, stretching out his aching back and squinting up, the pure white stone almost painful to look at in the afternoon glare. 'Seeing this, one could almost believe in God.' If one didn't know better.

You know the trouble with a pretty face?" Judge was saying. "People get used to its advantages, and when it's took away, they lack the wherewithal to make a success of themselves. Nothing sadder'n a person who used to be beautiful. They have this desperate smile. Like me, it says. Like me, even though there's nothing left to like.

The sad truth is that pretty people can slide through all kinds of scrapes that'd end very badly for the ugly.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza." That brought a smile to the corner of her mouth. The corner he couldn't see. "Well. Facts are facts.

They say you can see all the beauty in the world in the way a hanged man swings.

You would have had to look far and wide to find anyone less beautiful than the big nine-fingered bastard. He sat in his saddle slumped over like some great sack of rice. Slow-moving, scratching, sniffing, chewing like a big cow. Trying to look like he had no killing in him, no mad fury, no devil. She knew better. He nodded to her and she scowled back. He was a devil wearing a cow's skin, and she was not fooled.

to manage a fetching style. The bruises round her

Everything simple. No grinding worry, no chafing frustration, no wasted days slipping past. Only the beautiful, terrible now.

I heard you had all the brains around here but Leo, why didn't you tell me how very handsome he is?' 'Well …' Leo cleared his throat. 'I suppose that's not the sort of thing a man notices …

You are as wise as you are beautiful, Thorn Bathu.