Quotes About Beauty

something had begun to emanate from Lila's mobile body that the males sensed, an energy that dazed them, like the swelling sound of beauty arriving. The music had to stop before they returned to themselves

The attentions of Pasquale Peluso consoled me greatly, I liked that he made me laugh. Maybe I'm not so ugly, I thought, maybe I can't see myself.

The waves rolled in like blue metal tubes carrying an egg white of foam on their peaks, then broke in a thousand glittering splinters and came up to the street with an oh of wonder and fear from those watching.

Ä°nsan çirkin, kötü, aptal da olsa, önemli olan aÅŸk denen duyguyu yaratabilmesiydi.

Maybe I'm not so ugly, I thought, maybe I can't see myself.

Penso che la bellezza sia un inganno". "Come il giardino leopardiano?". Non sapevo niente di giardini leopardiani, ma risposi: "Sì. Come il mare in un giorno sereno. O come un tramonto. O come il cielo di notte. è cipria passata sopra l'orrore. Se la si toglie, restiamo soli col nostro spavento".

You know," I said one day, smiling, "that you've given her the name of my doll?" "What doll?" "Tina, you don't remember?" She touched her forehead as if she had a headache, and said: "It's true, but I didn't do it on purpose." "She was a beautiful doll—I was attached to her." "My daughter is more beautiful.

As coisas que não fazem sentido são as mais belas

things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's

La belleza che Cerullo aveva nella testa fin da piccola non ha trovato sbocco, Greco, e le è finita tutta in faccia, nel petto, nelle cosce e nel culo, posti dove passa presto ed è come se non ce l'avessi mai avuta

Penso che la bellezza sia un inganno. [...] Sì. Come il mare in un giorno sereno. O come il cielo di notte. È cipria passata sopra l'orrore. Se la si toglie, restiamo soli con il nostro spavento?

Lila era de una belleza casi fea, de esas que encanta a los hombres, pero que también les da miedo.

Tal vez no sea tan fea, pensé, tal vez soy yo la que no sé verme.

Frumusetea pe care Cerullo o avea in minte inca de mica nu s-a manifestat, Greco, si i-a ajuns toata pe fata, in piept, pe coaste si pe cur, locuri de unde trece repede si e ca si cum n-ai avut-o niciodata.

Una lunga, costosa preparazione. Un ridurmi a tavola imbandita per l'appetito sessuale del maschio, a vivanda ben cucinata perché gli venga l'acquolina in bocca. E poi l'angoscia di non farcela, di non sembrare bella, di non essere riuscita a celare con destrezza la volgarità della carne con i suoi umori e odori e difformità.

Yes, Imma was consoled but only because Lila was introducing her to a permanent stream of splendors and miseries, a cyclical Naples where everything was marvelous and everything became gray and irrational and everything sparkled again, as when a cloud passes over the sun and the sun appears to flee, a timid, pale disk, near extinction, but not look, once the cloud dissolves it's suddenly dazzling again, so bright you have to shield your eyes with your hand.

Krása, kterou mÄ›la Cerullová odmali?ka v hlavÄ›, nenaÅ¡la cestu ven, Grecová, celá se jí vrazila do obli?eje, do prsou, do stehen a do prdele, do míst, kde rychle uvadne a je to, jako bys ji nikdy nemÄ›la.

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. What signs did I carry, what fate?

He had combed his hair in a way that revealed his broad forehead, framed by thick hair and eyebrows. His face had become thinner, and the prominent lines of the nose, the mouth, the cheekbones formed a design more pleasing than I remembered. He looked ten years younger, the heaviness of his hips, of his chest, of his stomach had disappeared, he even seemed taller.

Es war eine wundervolle Erfahrung«, sagte ich zu ihr. »Was denn?« »Die Schwangerschaft, die Geburt. Adele ist bildschön und so lieb.« Sie antwortete: »Jeder erzählt sich das Leben so, wie es ihm gefällt.

Maybe I should tell her that things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's a good sentence, she'll like it.

he must have read in my face that it was a happy moment. For months I had been grinding away, feeling alone, ugly.

sentido alguno, y que era bonito solo vernos de vez en cuando para oír el sonido loco del cerebro de la una resonando dentro del sonido loco del cerebro de la otra.

Nós duas somos assim, com bons pensamentos ficamos bonitas, mas enfeamos com os ruins, temos de arrancá-los da cabeça.