Quotes About Beauty

Ginger's eyes had always been beautiful, gay, sparkling, laughing, and intelligent. Now they were even more beautiful for there were sadness and pleading, an anxious questioning, in them, too.

In the woods the bluebells seem Like a blue and magic dream, Blue water, light and air Flow among them there. But the eager girl who pulls Bluebells up in basketfuls When she gets them home will find The magic left behind.

Budu?nost pripada onima koji veruju u lepotu svojih snova.

The more the world speeds up the more it seems necessary that we should learn to pick out of the past the things that we feel were important and beautiful then. One of these things was a quality of tranquillity in people, which you rarely meet today.

No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.

Stars have cried for a love like ours.

I thought of beauty as of a constant effort to eliminate corporeality. I wanted him to love my body forgetful of what one knows of bodies. Beauty, I thought anxiously, is this forgetfulness.

She was like the full moon when it crouches behind the forest and the branches scribble on its face.

Maybe I should tell her that things without a meaning are the most beautiful ones

Then she added a sentence I will always remember: "the beauty of mind Cerullo had from childhood never found an outlet, Greco, it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and will be as if she never had it.

We had the same sensitivity to beautiful things, the same need to enjoy them, the same need to search for the right words to say how sweet the night was, how magical the moon, how the sea sparkled, how two souls were able to meet and recognize each other in the darkness, in the fragrant air.

Beautiful writing becomes beautiful when it loses its harmony and has the desperate power of the ugly.

My breasts are small," I said in a whisper, but immediately despised myself because it sounded as if I were making excuses, excuse me if I can't offer you big tits, I hope you enjoy yourself anyway, idiot that I was, if he liked little tits, good; if not, the worse for him, it was all free, a stroke of luck had fallen to this shit, the best birthday present he could hope for, at his age.

I began to weep with loneliness. What was I, who was I? I felt pretty again, my pimples were gone, the sun and the sea had made me slimmer, and yet the person I liked and whom I wished to be liked by showed no interest in me.

I thought of beauty as of a constant effort to eliminate corporeality. I wanted him to love my body forgetful of what one knows of bodies.

She became transparent skin over bones, her eyes drowning in violet wells, her hands damp spider webs.

Lo que antes le parecía insoportable, ahora la alegra. Tal vez debería decirle que las cosas carentes de sentido son las más hermosas

Como tudo é suave, pensei, quando o dia está bonito e todas as coisas boas parecem estar esperando só por você.

If Vittoria really is that, I thought, discouraged, then she is ugly, she has the ugliness of banality.

Biz böyleyiz, güzel düÅŸüncelerle güzelleÅŸir, kötülerle çirkinleÅŸiriz; bu nedenle onlar? zihnimizden atmam?z gerekir.

she was skinny, like a salted anchovy, she gave off an odor of wildness, she had a long face, narrow at the temples, framed by two bands of smooth black hair. But

Beautiful everywhere, outside and in, male fantasies.

We two are made like that, when we have good thoughts we're pretty, but we turn ugly with mean ones, we have to get them out of our heads.