Quotes About Beauty

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood. Here between sea and sea in a fairy wood, I have found a delicate wave-green solitude.

Poetry has a crucial role to play in our lives, society, and the world. It helps us slow down, hear clearly, see deeply, and envision what matters most in our lives."—Arthur Sze

Power is God's hand or arm, omniscience His eye, mercy His bowels, eternity His duration, but holiness is His beauty" (S. Charnock). It is this, supremely, which renders Him lovely to those who are delivered from sin's dominion.

One recommendation I venture to make, Mr. Bashforth. If ever you again approach an ugly woman in this way, bear in mind that even ugly women, conscious as they may be of their defects, have their dreams.

Dessuten mente kvinnene at hvis de begikk kollektivt selvmord på dette tidspunktet, ville det bare resultere i et stort antall usedvanlig stygge lik. Aldeles groteske, hvis en så nærmere på heltene.

And then it struck her that life was sometimes so beautiful that it didn't seem like life at all.

Lui e la sua barca hanno visto di tutto: il mare veramente brutto, quando Dio s'incazza, e quei lunghi, rossi tramonti mediterranei in cui l'acqua è uno specchio e la pace del mondo è la tua pace, e ti rendi conto di essere una goccia in un mare eterno.

Flowers just keep growing, detached and sure of themselves, she had once said,. We're the fragile ones.

era de esas hembras por las que los jóvenes perdían el corazón y los viejos la cartera.

njegov zadnji pogled sklizne niz tijelo Liane Taillefer, niz grudi i bokove, sve do ?vrstih i bijelih nogu koje je malo odvajala dok je sjedila i koje su bile uvjerljive i snažne poput stupova nekog hrama

Siempre es tan brutalmente sincero? —Sólo cuando además de guapa la mujer es inteligente.

puentes, ríos y bosques; Francia era un paisaje afortunado—

Además de la ropa cara, los cigarrillos ingleses, los objetos de plata y de cuero, los analgésicos para el dolor de cabeza, la vida incierta y las mujeres hermosas, a Lorenzo Falcó le gustaban las cosas salpimentadas con detalles. Con solera.

Juro a vuestras mercedes que no lograba odiarla. Por el contrario, la certeza de que tenía parte en mi desgracia dejábame un regusto agridulce, que intensificaba el hechizo de su recuerdo. Era malvada –y aún lo fue más con el tiempo, voto a Cristo– pero era bellísima. Y justo esa connivencia de maldad y de belleza, tan ligadas una a otra, me causaba una fascinación intensa, un doloroso placer al sufrir trabajos y penar por su causa.

Bendito el cura que la bautizó a usted, hermosa.

La inteligencia es la menos importante de las facultades humanas. La inteligencia no sirve sino para crearnos obstáculos, para distraernos de la acción o para deslustrar y empequeñecer con el análisis lo que la vida puede tener de bello. Más que inteligencia preferiría tener sensibilidad. Diga de mí que soy sensible y me dará gusto.

I marvelled at the intense beauty of this human relationship that was born out of so much love and was destined, perhaps inevitably, to end in a tragedy of such terrible proportions.

When you hear her say, 'What else can an old woman do on hills as wretched as these?' You look right at the sky, Clear through the bullet holes she has for eyes. And you look on the cracks that begin around her eyes spread beyond her skin And the hills crack. And the temples crack. And the sky falls with a plateglass clatter around the shatter proof crone who stands alone. And you are reduced to so much small change in her hand.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

A flower gives joy only for a day. Witnessing it bloom into one is magic.

My beauty icon is Angelina Jolie.

I live a dual life. On the red carpet, it's complete glam. But at home, I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. Simple can be beautiful.