Quotes About Beauty

The oceans and the skies…and the sun coming up each new day. That's all there is, I think. That's all that matters to think on.

Maybe everyone had that one thing that would tempt them—in her case, the sight of an artist's arm rising and falling as it brought a new version of her into being. And if you caught sight of that, in the right place at the right time, then some new bubble of possibility opened out, and some extraordinary thing unfolded.

The world is so full of wonderful things we should all, if we were taught how to appreciate it, be far richer than kings.

Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams. You are the center of your universe, and you can make anything happen.

Once in high school, I completely over plucked my left eyebrow all the way up to where you're not supposed to. I had no idea what I was doing and it looked terrible! My mom was like 'What did you do to yourself?' I was so embarrassed.

Women not only bear the brunt of the equation of beauty with youth, we perpetuate it—every time we dye our hair to cover the gray or lie about our age, not to mention have plastic surgery to cover the signs of aging.

The world, in spite of oppression, is a beautiful place.

Wear your scars like jewelry cause they were bought with blood.

Since they weren't sleepy and nothing had been left unsaid, they began to read poetry to each other, taking turns like children and enjoying it. Bachir had a lovely voice, one that was already that of a man. He knew many poems by heart. He lovingly recited Victor Hugo, with warmth Rimbaud's Le bateau ivre, and poems written by young people going into battle; he then moved on to the poets of liberty - Rimbaud again, Eluard, and Desnos.

The jeweler allows me to wear the sapphire blue lake on my finger, emerald green leaves around my neck, and take the citrine sunset with me wherever I go. Jewelry has become my daytime link to nature in an office with no windows. And if I have to work late, there's nothing like diamond stars and a pearl full moon against an onyx night sky.

Sam: So then what is art? Hally: You want a definition? Sam: Ja. Hally: [He realizes he has got to be careful. He gives the matter a lot of thought before answering.] Philosophers have been trying to do that for centuries. What is Art? What is Life? But basically I suppose it's... the giving of meaning to matter. Sam: Nothing to do with beautiful? Hally: It goes beyond that. It's the giving of form to the formless.

I have one aim—the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.

Every sentence I could think of has already been said a hundred times over, by people whose words come out perfect and beautifully formed, where mine die on the tongue or straggle out onto the page, mangled and imperfect. But my story isn't perfect, because I'm not perfect. Nothing is perfect except maybe in math, in the line that extends forever in both directions. Math is beautiful, I have always known that, but so is life. And I have grown to accept imperfection.

Life would move on with or without me, and I didn't need to change myself in order to be beautiful, or happy, or worthly of love. I already was.

It don't work," Martinez declares. "I know an old girl who's had dirt on her face from the time she got out of diapers; and she's still as ugly as a horny toad. Lives in Fort Worth." "Is

Paris is always a good idea.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Happy girls are the prettiest