Quotes About Beauty

melted milk chocolate; it's a roaring fire on a snowy night; it's a double rainbow; the green-glass barrel of a wave; the first sip of ice-cold champagne. And then…he arrives

Don't think. Smell the flowers.

this exquisite, tremendous, and endlessly confounding life

That was the darnedest thing about sitting down as an old woman—getting comfortable and looking good were nearly impossible. "You've

Steps Beach has, quite possibly, the most beautiful approach of any beach in the world. You descend forty-three steps into sand dunes covered by rosa rugosa, which in the height of summer blooms with pink and white flowers. Dionis Beach is where Richie is found asleep in his car in this novel. In the book, I say that Dionis has public showers—this is fiction. It does not have showers.

oohing and aahing over the Old Whaling Church and

There was nothing attractive about a woman of a certain age taking a nap.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:Wherever we goSilence will fall like dewsOn white silence below.

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon.

Speaking of things singly, Wyoming has nothing beautiful to offer. Taken altogether, it is grandly beautiful, and at sunrise and sunset the "heavens declare His glory.

We forgot all about feuds and partings, death and hard times. All we remembered was that God is good and the world is wide and beautiful.

She twists like a flame. Her back, a sierra of bone, her hips, a sandstone canyon. And I can believe her gaze, born from a thousand years dreaming and as dew-cool as moonlight, is only for me. — Eliot Khalil Wilson, from "New Orleans Odalisque," The Saint of Letting Small Fish Go (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2003)

He looks like he spends his day crushing warriors under the shield of Aeneas. Muscles band his arms and neck. Thick, lustrous hair falls in blue-black waves along his cheeks, his eyes a speckled tan, nestled deep. His olive skin is smooth and unmarred, except where thick stubble shades his jawline. Even his stubble looks like it could take me in a fight.

I like my hand, my blipping brain decides. It's a beautiful hand.

A woman trash is another one treasure.

He had a cute little gap in his teeth that I'd never noticed before.

Maybe some people, like art, were better appreciated at a distance.

The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

The most beautiful people I've known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.