Quotes About Beauty

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn't have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

Skinny girls have skinny minds

Grandma kept turning around in the front seat of their old Fiat saying, Look at you girls! On, Lena, you are a beauty! Lena seriously wished she would stop saying that, because it was irritating, and besides, how was cranky Effie supposed to feel?

Bridget wondered whether it all came down to the claustrophobic choice between dying beautiful or living ugly.

Lena felt that all pretty faces were all alike—straight, even, regular. It was the ugliness, the sadness that set them apart. Lena couldn't find that much objective ugliness in hers. But the sadness was apparent.

The ocean was the best place. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched

Vera thought for a moment that she might have found a man if she'd scrubbed up a bit better, then decided that no man was worth the time it took to plaster stuff on your face in the morning, when you could have an extra cup of tea instead.

To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

I pointed to my left toe show, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.

truth? The Louvre

And then a frail little girl peered through the doorway. She was thin (I could tell that, even though she was dressed in an oversized top and oversized jeans), and a bright red scarf covered her head. Across the front of her T-shirt were the words: BALD IS BEAUTIFUL. She had to be Danielle Roberts.

Oh, that is pathetic," said Mallory to Jessi. "Look at them. They're going to think the only thing that matters in their lives is beauty and poise. They'll grow up believing they can only be pretty faces, not doctors or lawyers or authors." "I am so glad Becca has stage fright," said Jessi.

Dawn returned to the bathroom. You guys, she said. I'm really sorry, but we have to close up your beauty parlor for awhile. We've got to go over to your school, Myriah. We do? Myriah looked awed. At her age, going to school after hours is kind of like sneaking into an amusement park when it's been closed for the night.

You must be Corrie," I said to the little girl standing on our front steps. She nodded shyly. Corrie was very pretty, with brownish-blonde hair cut straight across her forehead in bangs, and straight around her shoulders below. Her eyes were framed by long, dark lashes. She was small for her age and had no color at all in her cheeks.

Lake Dekanawida

and my earlobes have not been stabbed (er, pierced).

I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.

He had eyes only for California.

She must have been French, because she had more hair under her arm than I did.