Quotes About Beauty

Peut-être étais-je belle même si mon mari avait fait du sentiment de ma beauté une boulette et l'avait jetée dans une poubelle, comme un papier qui aurait enveloppé un cadeau.

connection between anxiety and ugliness unexpectedly consoled me.

La belleza que Cerullo llevaba en la cabeza desde niña no ha encontrado salidas, Greco, y le ha ido a parar toda en la cara, en el pecho, en los muslos y el culo, sitios donde se pasa muy pronto y después es como si nunca la hubiese tenido".

I thought: yes, Lila is right, the beauty of things is a trick, the sky is the throne of fear; I'm alive, now, here, ten steps from the water, and it is not beautiful, it's terrifying; along with this beach, the sea, the swarm of animal forms, I am part of the universal terror.

Lepota koju je ?erulova imala u glavi odmalena nije našla put, Grekova, i završila se cela na licu, na grudima, bedrima, dupetu, na mestima gde brzo prolazi i kao da nikada nije postojala." Elena Ferante, "Moja genijalna prijateljica

Fisicamente sei bella" sottolineò Ida, "hai solo un poco di bruttezza dovuta alle preoccupazioni". Angela disse baciandomi: "Succede anche a me: quando mi preoccupo imbruttisco, ma poi passa

Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.

The beauty of mind that Cerullo had from childhood didn't find an outlet, Greco, and it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and it will be as if she had never had it.

but she won't let him finish his scolding; she'll throw her arms of water around his neck; she will show him her necklaces of small, blue shells, so tender they resemble children's eyelids as they sleep, and of hard shells that look like the teeth of killer fish. Or she'll tell him that god has made nature not only to look upon but also so that we may live in her, and that each person has his own wave, and won't he please choose his.

Muchas veces las gentes lloran porque encuen. tran las cosas demasiado bellas. Lo que les hace llorar, no es el deseo de poseerlas, sino esa profunda melanocolÍa que sentimos por todo lo que no es, por todo lo que no alcanza su plenitud.

Leonora is a floating leaf of paper that will combust itself

Lo descubrí hace mucho al observar en el piso una tabla de madera, colocarle una hoja encima y tallar hasta que el grano de madera se convierta en la superficie del mar. Vi los nudos y quise conservar lo que me decía la madera, su paisaje, su poesía entrañable, su sexo.

Avanzo lentamente, estoy muy lejos de pintar como el pájaro canta, como lo pedía Renoir. Pero soy tu pájaro al fin y al cabo y he anidado para siempre entre tus manos.

Tiny bee, thou honey-birdling, Lord of all the forest flowers, Fly away and gather honey, Bring to me the forest-sweetness,

I didn't care about truth; I cared about beauty. It took me many years--it took the experience of lived time--to realize that they really are the same thing.

Beautiful people lived in a different world, had different relations with people. From the beginning they were raised for love.

It had never occurred to me to think of aesthetics and ethics as opposites. I thought ethics were aesthetic. "Ethics" meant the golden rule, which was basically an aesthetic rule. That's why it was called "golden," like the golden ratio.

As usual, the girls were more interesting to look at.

What a beautiful girl you are," he said, with a kind of ache or awe in his voice, that made me think about how someday I would be old or dead or both, and the transience of all things, of the car, the moonlight, the volcanic rock that was eroding and the stars that were shooting by, made the world seem at once more important and less important, until finally the concept of "important" itself faded away like an expiring firework that glittered against the sky.

What was the relationship between leaving the country and an aesthetic life? What was it about America in particular that seemed to make one's life unaesthetic?

Juli's mother, a beautician, was very thin, with unusually bright eyes. For dinner she made a soup called "boy-catching soup" and a cake called "mother-in-law cake." These two dishes seemed to sum up a whole worldview of entrapment and placation.

It was impossible not to think that her beauty was one of the most important things about her–something having to do with who she really was.

In fact I had no historical consciousness in those days, and no interest in acquiring one. It struck me as narrow-minded to privilege historical events, simply because things happened to have worked out that way. Why be a slave to the arbitrary truth? I didn't care about truth; I cared about beauty. It took me many years – it took the experience of lived time – to realize that they really are the same thing.

Why was that the thing you had to do when you saw a girl: to prosecute whether and in what way she was beautiful—as Lara, I realized, was? With guys, some of them were physically repellent or appealing, but a lot of them initially presented as neutral, and there wasn't that immediate, urgent-feeling cognitive puzzle to slot them in, as there was with literally every female person, including one's own self, in windows and storefronts.