Quotes About Beauty

In the landscapes we love, our weaknesses take on another aspect.

Society is invincible—to a certain degree. But your real life is your own, and nothing can touch it. There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity—nothing that can stop you retreating into splendour and beauty—into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life—the real you.

"My name is Margalo," said the bird, softly, in a musical voice. "I come from fields once tall with wheat, from pastures deep in fern and thistle; I come from vales of meadowsweet, and I love to whistle."

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer.... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence.

when the world is puddle-wonderful

All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.

We looked at the sky. So many stars, it seemed like a celebration, a grand, illicit party the galaxy was holding after the humans had been put to bed.

a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.

I used to be strong,but now I am weak. I used to be pretty,but now I look sick.

We all know that Beauty grows to love the Beast. She grows to love him, despite what her family might think ? for his charm and education, his knowledge of art and his sensitive heart.

I think you're beautiful always and forever.

I can feel like a hag some days if I want! And I can tell everybody how insecure I am if I want! Or I can be pretty and pretend to think I'm a hag out of fake modesty –- I can do that if I want, too. Because you, Livingston, are not the boss of me and what kind of girl I become.

What fun we had, how beautiful we were.

She makes the world seem shiny and sunlit. -Noel

In fact, the mark of tragedy became, with time, a mark of glamour.

What fun we'd had, how beautiful we were.

I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow.

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken." ? E. Lockhart, We Were Liars