In God's eyes all children are beautiful but here on earth we have higher standards.

Time is a beautiful thing. It's like when you meet an old lover on the street six years later and they don't look so ugly anymore.

There's beauty everywhere. There are amazing things happening everywhere, you just have to be able to open your eyes and witness it. Some days, that's harder than others.

The beautiful thing about New York is, you have to expose yourself to other people the minute you step outside the door. There is no choice. And I love that.

Motherhood is beautiful. Everything [my son] does makes me so happy.

I have never been beautiful in cliche terms.

There are parts of me that I feel are beautiful, but they don't have anything to do with my nose.

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.

Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.

The big advantage to playing the Venetian in Las Vegas - where it's a beautiful theater - is that unlike other places, even many other nice venues, I can do a set and lighting cues, I can put on a real show. I can dress up, wear a tux.

...Our beauty lies in this extended capacity for convolution.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Beauty is first and foremost an emotion.

The beauty of the universe consists not only of unity in variety, but also of variety in unity.

Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy?

The sweetest thing a guy said is that I look pretty with or without makeup.

I’m not a Twinkie lover. I don’t do sugar or dairy either.

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble...

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.