Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

“It is said not to advise those who fall in love. The quote is true.” I giggled and grabbed Stacy’s hand. “Don’t tease me again. I’m happy since Ethan thinks of me. The flowers are so pretty! I love the bouquet!” “Yeah, that’s what the lover says.” But then Stacy giggled too. “I’m curious to see how handsome Ethan is.” “Uh, once I meet him again, I’ll ask him to take pictures with me. So I can show it to you.” “Great! But it’ll be better if you ask him to visit you at the library. Sometimes the pictures don’t give justice to the person. If they aren’t photogenic, their photos may be worse than their real appearance.”

“What do you think of it?” Jen asks me. I can only ever be honest with her, so I tell her my honest opinion. “It’s breathtaking. There’s something about this painting that reminds me of you. I don’t quite know what it is, but it’s there. The colors and the contrasts are just captivating. I can see why you have found this place to come and think. Just looking at this painting, you forget about everything around you and get lost in its beauty.”

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

“The North is barren. How exactly are you going to draw the interests of people?” “Aesthetics.” “And how exactly is that going to work?” “The same way every capital city works. If you make something beautiful, people are not going to worry about if it is fundamentally functional.” “Is that why you invited Lady Borisque from Ducroft even though people would know you’re still alive?”

The strong scent of paint mixed with the masculine aroma of mint surrounding Azriel completely overwhelmed Isolde's senses. "Who is the idiot who dared to say that to you?" "Everyone mocks my body," Isolde whispered, her voice trembling as old pain and emotion suddenly resurfaced. Azriel fell silent for a moment. He lifted a hand stained with black paint and stopped a few centimeters from Isolde's cheek without actually touching her skin, as though measuring the beauty of the most precious subject he had ever painted. "They're just fools who don't know how to appreciate aesthetics. Your body lines... these full curves, they have volume, warmth, and real weight. To me, your figure is incredib

"Didn't you know that one needs to reshuffle their daily routine once you get nails? Not every little thing is done the same and you shouldn't do anything aggressively." "I was making the bed," Anelia deadpanned. "And I just happened to stub my finger on the base and it hurt so bad. And that's why I will never forget that Christmas." "Beauty is pain. And women just have to grow through it," she shrugged. "There should be a quote about that." "I thought there was no beauty without happiness. I think Christian Dior said that." "We could go at this the whole day but quotes are just someone's thoughts and perspectives. And for all I know, we all have different shades of those, so I guess everyon

And I couldn’t control my laughter when I recalled how badly he sucked at the language. “You know, I once read a grand quote by someone. It said, ‘Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.’” “If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.” I finish for him. It’s one of my favourite quotes of all times. He stares at me with a hint of warmth, his eyes telling me more about him than his words. We both avoid eye contact and glance at the table. I’ve no idea why I’m acting like a ten-year-old.

And atop that bootylicious appearance, they are gifted with other exhilarating attributes. Sure, nobody is perfect but they make it difficult to believe. I cupped his cheeks and forced his lips to pout. "Why are you so beautiful?" He chuckled. "I'm starting to think that your love for me is esthetic," "Beauty is essential for love, don't you know? Would you have fallen for me if I looked like a chimpanzee?"

I somehow get a shape that resembles a head. But does it resemble Abe's? No. "Why is there even such a thing as art?" I ask with a frustrated sigh. "To express beauty," replies Dane. "Beauty. A word meaning to convey the coincidental encounter of a spectacle that is somewhat enticing, mesmerizing, or delightful to look at or view. A circuitous concept. Inconsistent. Subjective. Unstandardized. Incohesive," I say as I turn to look Dane in the eye. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

she mumbled unconsciously to herself but in that pin drop silence, Hades heard her. Alessandra said this while looking at her pictures because such beauty was emerging in those pictures which is hardly found in any living person. The dry impression of those wet colors on the white canvas was molded into a human texture that gave life to that picture. Like the rest, Alessandra too was mesmerized by the screaming beauty of those pictures. This was nothing new for Hades. Why not?