Quotes About Beauty

When I was kid, I couldn't wait to take the world by storm, to be a woman - beautiful, powerful, confident, sexy, thoughtful, and deep. All the things I knew I was inside... even though I was only 4.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts.

First, I eat healthy; it comes from the inside out. If you eat right, your skin, hair, nails will look good. The same if you have negative thoughts - they can give you a bad look, too; we reflect what we eat and think. We also taste and smell what we eat. Being happy and doing what I love really reflects.

To me, something that's beautiful in terms of a book is something that lives inside the reader both as a discrete and complete thing, but also something that seeps out into their life and thoughts.

Clearness ornaments profound thoughts.

I'm definitely not a supermodel, a thousand per cent.

I've always liked street lights, and I've always photographed them. I probably have a collection of two to three thousand photographs of them, just around the city, mainly at night.

It's not fair the emphasis put on beauty, or on sexuality.

Here in L.A. the standard of beauty is kind of ridiculous. I want to be doing this when I'm in my fifties and sixties and this isn't what I'm going to look like.

Art strives for form, and hopes for beauty.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

A good model isn't just about being pretty or even beautiful, it's the ability to be a chameleon and change and adapt to the situation or setting of a photo shoot.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder but you have question the beholder when he or she is delusional.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts - spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back - length of life.

Birds sing after a storm why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them

She was alone with beauty. She was passionately realizing the moment, its fleeting exquisiteness, its still, fragile beauty. So exquisite it was, so frail and so transitory, that she could have wept, even as she clasped it close. To savor the loveliness of moments, to bathe in them as in a wine-gold, sun-warmed sea, and then to pass on to the next - that was life.

How did the human eye so arrange for itself the lines and colors of the human creature (surely a comparatively ugly animal?) that they wavered and re-formed into this shape we have conceived to be beauty? Strange illusion!

He'd never seen a rain quite like this so gentle that it seemed barely to fall yet slowly laid its shine on the bay leaves and hydrangea flowers…

I did have a beautiful life. It ended early, that's all.

extraordinarily beautiful, and slightly out of focus.

The wind blustered in from the sea, setting the horses' manes streaming sideways, and the gulls wheeled mewing against the blue-and-grey tumble of the sky; and Aquila, riding a little aside from the rest as usual, caught for a moment from the wind and the gulls and the wet sand and the living, leaping power of the young red mare under him, something of the joy of simply being alive that he had taken for granted in the old days.

Every day I yearn to focus more on heaven's beauty and worry less about earth's ugliness.

The most beautiful brunette on the face of Planet Earth stood very close to me. Her dark wavy hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her liquid brown eyes sparkled. Her full lips smiled a wonderfully warm smile. She said hello Purdue. I shrugged. I said hello Brandy.