Quotes About Beauty

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In spring, Granny would send me off to pick bluets, violets, and windflowers. As the weeks passed, she'd ask for yellow lady's slippers and bleeding hearts, then roses and white rhododendron clusters that grew along the stream. She'd always seem to know the day when the mayflies danced and died. When I'd come back from whatever venture she'd sent me on, she'd talk about how life was precious.

Merrick chucked Sarah's chin and stroked her cheek. "Eyes blue as violets and hair like an angel. Your mama must be mighty pretty if she's anything like you. I'd like to see her.

She had never seen anything so beautiful. Morning light spilled slowly over the mountains, across the valley to the cabin and the woods behind, and up the hillside. She felt Hosea's strong hands on her shoulders. "Mara, that's the life I want to give you.

All day Annie had watched family members, friends, and neighbors wander around the garden, and she kept thinking how they were all like flowers. Some were poppies, blooming bold and brief. Others were like ornamental vines, passionflowers, or trumpets. Still others were shy violets and wallflowers. And all together, what a beautiful world they made. Everyone different, everyone amazing to behold.

Beauty is often deceitful and vain . You've grown up with beautiful women around you . You know how treacherous they can be. - Bathsheba

There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Tenía una cara triste y deliciosa, con detalles luminosos —los ojos luminosos y la luz apasionada de la boca— y había en su voz una emoción que los hombres que la habían querido no podían olvidar: una vehemencia cantarina, un «óyeme» susurrado, la promesa de que acababa de vivir momentos felices y vibrantes y que momentos felices y vibrantes esperaban en la próxima hora.

La pelouse partait de la plage et grimpait sur cinq cents mètres jusqu'à la porte d'entrée, enjambait des cadrans solaires, des sentiers pavés de briques et des jardins flamboyants, atteignait enfin la maison et se brisait contre ses murs, dans une explosion de vigne vierge, comme emportée par son élan

If I run I may fall down and break myself. But could you not be mended? asked the girl. Oh yes; but one is never so pretty after being mended, you know.

A large color plate of a cat statue caught my eye and I gazed at it for several moments, my mind empty of thought. Without an ego, one simply looks. The image of the cat, entirely whole and entirely static, is a signal to the mind to come to rest. There is no immediate sense of beauty, only the act of seeing.

Blondes are like left-handed athletes, they all get a second look even if they don't deserve one.

He whistled at the thought: all those little people down there, surrounded by all this beauty, could not see the horror all around them, the impending storm about to swallow them up, the cancerous darkness that first blinds

Buku adalah benda luar biasa. Buku itu seperti taman indah penuh dengan bunga aneka-warna, seperti permadani terbang yang sanggup melayangkan kita ke negeri-negeri tak dikenal sebelumnya.

The singular multiplicity of this universe draws my deepest attention. It is a thing of ultimate beauty. Leto II

You have to appreciate life before you want to preserve it, she said. And it's the survivors who maintain the most light and poignant hold upon the beauties of living. Women know this more often than men because birth is the reflection of death.

The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles of a courtesan with the untouchable majesty of a virgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find that the place-between, once occupied by tension, has become a wellspring of cunning and resourcefulness.  

The joy of living, its beauty is all bound up in the fact that life can surprise you.

To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.

Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come, Tuek said. Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow–we've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart–water, green grass, and the beauty of woman.

Culture! They dispense culture the better to rule. Beauty! They promote the beauty which enslaves. They create a literate ignorance—easiest thing of all. They leave nothing to chance. Chains! Everything they do forges chains, enslaves. But slaves always revolt.

Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year?

It was a scene of such beauty it caught all his attention. Some things beggar likeness, he thought. He