Quotes About Beauty

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

A midnight breeze fluttered the aspens and shimmered through the moon-silvered willows along the creek. Clouds billowed across the sky, veiling the stars as they passed." "Her lips were like the petals of a storm-blown rose, cool and soft and yielding.

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.

Rabbi Scnhuer Zalman said it clearly when he wrote: "A broken heart is not the same as sadness. Sadness occurs when the heart is stone cold and lifeless. On the contrary, there is an unbelievable amount of vitality in a broken heart." In the middle of the mystery of pain, I harvested this precious jewel. I also harvested the love and beauty right here, in this world.

I never could have thought of it, To have a little bug all lit And made to go on wings.

Louetta had recently decided she would be a wonder instead of a beauty. She had seen beauties go mad in middle age as their beauty turned less live and more monumental. Beauty still, but mostly to mark the space where greater beauty once had been. But wondrous was wondrous, even when you outgrew it.

Art is despair with dignity.

She'd let her eyes water so the view was blurry, which gave certain qualities of the world neglected by clear eyesight the chance to come forth, such as the shocking beauty of color, and she remembered this with compassion for that silly young self, which had deserved to have her hand held.

Veblen, you may not know it now, but marriage affects everything that happens to you. Your mate becomes the mirror in which you see yourself. If he doesn't see you as a beautiful pearl, you'll wither.

Art is despait with dignity.

The rarest thing in the world is a woman who is pleased with photographs of herself.

How long are you planning on us sitting up here, kid?" Brendan asked. I looked over at him. He sat still, with his head leant back against the rooftop wall, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his lap. "Sorry, is being here getting in the way of your beauty sleep?" "I don't need beauty sleep, kid. I'm naturally this good-looking." I snorted. "Whatever makes you feel good, Shifter." No point boosting his ego.

Sometimes the breaking of things is cruel, and sometimes it is necessary, and sometimes it is just an accident." "My mother was a painting in the storm, convinced down to the last fibers of canvas and the last drop of paint on the brush that the rain was an important part of the making of a masterpiece.

Time to start getting more sleep. This beautiful physique needs royal treatment.

Against the odds, the Beast had shown her true beauty. He had shown her it was okay to feel lost and made her realize how desperately she had wanted to be found. She had learned that things were not always what they seemed, that people could surprise you. He had given her the one thing she had always longed for - something more.

This is a tale of a beauty much deeper than that. It is the story of two people drawn together under the most interesting of circumstances, two people who learn to truly see what matters only after they meet each other and their tale—one both as old as time and as fresh as a rose—begins.

The Beast smiled slowly at first, it spread across his face until it took over. And it wasn't the scary smile he had first flashed at Belle. It was a warm smile it was a genuine smile. It was the smile of a beast who no longer felt alone. It was the smile of a man who finally felt hope.

I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don't care what's coming you just want who your heart beats for.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

Imagine a guy. He's a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can't stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.

And you… do you know what you are?" "Stupid?" "Beautiful," he says, his face turning red.