Quotes About Beauty

Tell a female she's thin and she's yours for life.

You can't understand light unless you understand darkness, because that's where life is most often lived - somewhere between the two. It's messy and it's beautiful all at the same time.

You do not have to do anything to defend yourself in life; just be beautiful, and life will defend you.

If you do it properly, life is art, really.

Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

Friends are the flowers in the garden of life.

I was surrounded by life and beauty. My soul was content, and my life felt full.

Life is beautiful. Look around. Don't take anything for granted.

Think of life as a voyage. The truest liver of the truest life is like a voyager who, as he sails, is not indifferent to all the beauty of the sea around him.

One should absorb the color of life.

She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

The name Cleopatra wakens the world to life.

I just really like fun, cool, interesting, quirky girls. And sometimes you find that in 6'2 model bodies and sometimes they're short and brunette. All shapes and sizes - it's really about the personality. That sounds cliche, but it's so freaking true!

And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay houseUnder the new-made clouds and happy as the heart was long,In the sun born over and over,I ran my heedless ways.

Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?

The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.

Our snow was not only shaken from whitewash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely white-ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunderstorm of white, torn Christmas cards.

Or a nacreous sleep among soft particles and charms

There are no seacaves deeper than her eyes;

Glory cracked like a flea.

You are the most beautiful girl that has ever lived, and it is worth dying to have kissed you.

Beauty is a valid use," Mummy argues. "It creates a sense of place, a sense of personal history. Pleasure, even, Cadence. Have you ever heard of pleasure?

By the moon, I suddenly realized how much I was tied to this beautiful and damned universe.