Quotes About Beauty

I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...

you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...

I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ...

I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind...

a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...

only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...

it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...

I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face...

evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...

the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...

how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...

there's nothing more lovely than your lamplight, seen from a dark street...

I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....

I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...

God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...

did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

Life is tough, but I'm tougher. Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly.

As you either care about what the land is or not, so do you like or dislike quiet things—sailboats, or rainy green mornings in foreign places, or a grazing herd, or the ruins of old monasteries in mountains.…

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.