Beauty” and sexuality are both commonly misunderstood as some transcendent inevitable fact; falsely interlocking the two makes it seem doubly true that a woman must be “beautiful” to be sexual. That of course is not...

Modern cosmetic surgeons have a direct financial interest in a social role for women that requires them to feel ugly. They do not simply advertise for a share of a market that already exists: Their...

Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.

gatherer of beautiful things.

You’re alive?

until only infinity remained of beauty

But even though she was attractive, there was something else about her that caught his eye. She was intelligent, he could sense that right away, and confident, too, as if she were able to move...

As I look back on my life, I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men, they must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two...

In those days we saw every sort of object as though it were one of those tiny handkerchiefs from which a conjuror can produce silk scarfs, streamers, flags, and yards of ribbon. A cup of...

You think I’m cute?” He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldn’t see her face. “I think you’re…”Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods...

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.

Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Broken people are so beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.

I look through the cage…an absolute beauty of yours…

I am the eye that beholds… And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky… For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.

If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills,And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me,And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’dTo dwell in presence of immortal youth,Immortal age beside immortal youth,And...

Get Off The Scale! You are beautiful. Your beauty, just like your capacity for life, happiness, and success, is immeasurable.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…

Enough about my beauty,” Buttercup said. “Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I’ve got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares.

So what, you assumed you’d show up before the dance and I’d magically be ready to go? I need warning to get beautiful.

Open the bloom of your heart and become a gift of beauty to the world.

Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it’s a villain.

Being love-filled and beautiful is almost unconquerable.

There is beauty that soothes like the warm kiss of the spring sun upon the cheek, and then there is beauty that terrifies, like the cry of Ozymandias, inviting despair.

When I had the dividing reason, I shrank from many things; after I had lost it in sight, I hunted through the world for the ugly and the repellant, but I could no longer find...

Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.

One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over...

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one...

I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.

The priestess of Artemis took hold of her almost with the violence of a lover, and whisked her away into a languid ecstasy of reverie. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kept...

Spirit means Breath and without one or the other there is no life.

A person can be only shown a mirror, but it’s solely his duty to decide whether he wants to see his artificial beauty or natural personality.

There’s a lot that is awful. That’s the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don’t let what’s hard…obscure the beauty.

Being exposed to those beauty queens and Praying Mantises at the same time made me ask myself some hard questions. Would I have been so radical had I not been so fat? Could I have...

What is thy body but a swallowing grave,Seeming to bury that posterityWhich, by the rights of time, thou needs must haveIf thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?If so, the world will hold thee in...

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

done,” and let it stand alone in its fullest meaning. Things are not done beautifully. The beauty is an integral part of their being done.

The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

Never to my mind had she looked more beautiful. Inevitably so. A woman reaches the height of her beauty – and only at this time can she inspire that intoxication of the soul which is...

One may lack words to express the impact of beauty but no one who has felt it remains untouched. It is renewal, enlargement, intensification. The parks preserve it permanently in the inheritance of the American...

But Philip was impatient with himself; he called to mind his idea of the pattern of life: the unhappiness he had suffered was no more than part of a decoration which was elaborate and beautiful;...

I looked deeply into the fire, and the timeless, eternal dance of colors I saw there was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. Cal’s deep voice floated toward me as clearly as a whisper in...

Summer sticks to her skirt sumptuously, in the shiny gray fabric hanging loosely from her curves. Her chestnut eyes, apparently hidden from strangers; her simple but graceful face, unpainted by Madison Avenue; and her straight...

Size doesn’t define your beauty and intelligence. Appearance doesn’t measure the goodness of your heart and the hidden joy of your soul.

I don’t take good pictures ’cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.

There is always beauty to be found, even in the darkness.

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.