She was very fond of thinking and getting at the truth of things, but was so far from being pedantic, so full of youthful ways that from the first moment one began to love all...

I’ve always wondered why people who love you do that to you – give you photographs where they look beautiful, you not so much.

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don’t want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to...

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters,my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty,sucking helium, and the most trust I’ve ever felt for anyone, including...

Dans la clarté absolue, comme dans la parfaite obscurité, il n’y a ni laideur ni beauté.

Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions...

You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.

I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that...

Fashion is neither moral or immoral, but it is for rebuilding the morale.

I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around.

Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.

When you travel observe the beauty of the place.

Edgar Allan Poe’s writings showed me perfectly that there can be such fragile beauty and purity located in darkness and sorrow.

Among the many answers I have found, I believe love is the most beautiful and simple art that reflects the beauty of life.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

Kaip tu atrodai! Batai purvini, paltas kažkuo išteptas, iš kišenės karo skuduras. Tu negerbi žmonių, – sako man.- Taip, aš negerbiu žmonių, bet tik tų, kurie mato mano negražius drabužius, o ne mano neblėstantį grožį.Kai...

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Why,’ I said, quite surprised by my own eloquence in inventing all this stuff, ‘it happens every day. The old old story. Boys and girls fall in love, that is, they are driven mad and...

The human body is the best work of art.

It’s better to have nothing,’ the children were saying.

If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

When people see some things as beautiful,other things become ugly.When people see some things as good,other things become bad.

One must learn, if one is to see the beauty in Japan, to like an extraordinarily restrained and delicate loveliness.

Ladies and gentlemen, when you paint your lips, eyes, nails, hair, side-beards, or whatever, to look beautiful or handsome, don’t forget your up stairs, if you don’t go up there to put things in order,...

He’s wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it’s December. Beautiful people don’t need coats. They’ve got their auras to keep them warm.

….let her be loved not only for her beauty and amiable character, but also for her strength of mind and loftiness of purpose, which enliven and raise the feeble and the timid and ward off...

One of the the things she most liked about the city -apart from all its obvious attractions, the theatre, the galleries, the exhilarating walks by the river- was that so few people ever asked you...

There are only two things in life,’ Bergé said. ‘Love and beauty.

I’ve been moving a little to the music while I worked …and then I realize I am actually dancing. It feels wonderful, though I can feel how stiff my muscles are, how rigidly I’ve been...

Let your feet Take you places, let them remind you of the beauty your eyes can’t see.

a young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow

…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…

If beauty on Earth is the same as elsewhere: ideal in that it is tantalizing and unsolvable, creating a delicious kind of confusion.

A cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty but an obsession about female obedience.

As soon as a woman’s primary social value could no longer be defined as the attainment of virtuous domesticity, the beauty myth redefined it as the attainment of virtuous beauty. It did so to substitute...

She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones in the cathedral of her body.

He tries to get close to her because he wants to know what her glow feels like. She’s alone on the dance floor and even though she’s dancing, there’s a kind of sadness lurking about...

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

Even within perfection, there are flaws. These flaws carry an unattainable beauty, which is indifferent to the human nature.

‎If heart filled with purity,then mind found the beauty.

Vi sitter på varden og lar blikket seile. Fra jøkelens islys i øst til Lofotvæggens hilderland i vest under havranden. Det ryker av dypet og det driver av himlen, mens storm og tåke knuses mot...

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

Our true beauty lies in the eyes of the people who love us, who care about us. Beauty is ephemeral, true love is not. Old and wrinkled, or with a hundred extra pounds, you will...

Because sometimes the Church seems like those posed circus tableaus where the curtain lifts and men, white, zinc-oxide, talcum-powder statues, freeze to represent abstract Beauty. Very wonderful. But I hope there will always be room...

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside...

All changed, changed utterly:A terrible beauty is born.

[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.

I was there to see beautiful naked women. So was everybody else. It’s a common failing.