Quotes About Beauty

How can human hands make this enchantment, how can they pound out of these ivory keys this deluge, this thrashing beauty?

Well, think about it, Lestat, I'm young, I'm stupid. And I'm pretty. Look at the cameo. I'm pretty. Give me a chance.

He considered us not worthy of his attentions, and look, how he lavished all his strength of a boy. But I must say you are a most beautiful boy.

As she moved back from the vampire, I saw the tears standing in her eyes like glass in the flicker of the lights, and I felt my spirit contract in fear for her, and in longing. Her beauty was heartbreaking.

I had to dream, dream of the old Venetian days when I had been a beauty well known to myself from the tailor's glass, and project that vision right into their minds even if it took all the strength I possessed; yes, that, and I must give them some instructions.

I didn't stand and take stock of what I meant to do. Rather I went at it fiercely, covering the wall in great glowing patches, making the usual garden which obsessed me, and the nymphs and goddesses whose forms were so familiar to my mind.

These creatures had no names for me. They might have come from any verse in Ovid, or from the writing of Lucretius, or indeed from the blind poet, Homer. It was no matter to me. I lost myself in depicting uplifted arms and graceful throats, in painting oval faces and garments blowing gently in the breeze.

Her lean face, with its well-shaped pale lips, broke into the freshest and most robust smile, as if neglect and pain had never gnawed at her.

She liked all things that were sensual and which involved beauty.

Everything dressed in flesh can yield a dizzling beauty if you concentrate on it long enough, and his beauty leapt out without apology.

I wanted nights to memorize this painting. I wanted at once to listen at the portals of scholars who could tell me what it was about, for I couldn't possibly decipher it! I need knowledge for this. And more than anything, its sheer beauty spoke to my soul.

Her eyes grew brighter and it seemed she looked about, as though absorbing the beauty of the walls.

Never had she seemed more alive, more purely human, more utterly natural in her rosy beauty-a thing not to be despoiled.

He appeared the handsomest of men, his eyes utterly unclouded and almost fierce, and his cheeks beautifully flushed.

Cemetery. It had been the golden time of evening when the sun is gone and everything gives back the light it has absorbed all day long.

Your lair with its hundreds of skulls?" I repeated. "You think I wish to rule there? Tonight I've seen paintings of such beauty I can't describe them to you. Magnificent works rich in color and brilliance. The city surrounds me with its beautiful allurements.

Beautiful Marius," he said, as if he were far older than I would ever be. "Beautiful Marius who gave me Venice. Beautiful Marius, give me the Blood.

I meant I wanted only to touch you, to feel how soft you are, how eternally young.

Stay with me, beauteous stars, I begged, and let me never seek to fathom this fusion of light and sound, but only give myself to it utterly and unquestionably.

t seemed that Pandora had been with me, that she had been in the very chapel. And the beauty of Pandora seemed bound up with the beauty and presence of Akasha in some intimate way which I could not understand.

Behold. The Queen of the Damned.

All I taught him of art, of history, of beauty, of civilization-all this was meaningless to him.

Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise.

Her eyes were round and extremely large. Her lips were perfectly rouged, and there came a perfume from her that was no doubt made by a Persian magician to drive us out of our wits.