F Scott Fitzgerald Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

He said with a smile, making her look at him with a raised eyebrow. So, he was a talker as well! "Beauty doesn't only mean spotless bright things. Beauty lies in the eyes. The way you see it. The moon is always beautiful, no matter what." She said with a smile while taking another sip from the glass.

It’s easy to get blinded by her beauty, I remember that feeling well. But it’s been years since I felt anything but the cold realization that beneath all her beauty is a vat of poison so toxic it’ll melt bone. Faye Clarke is that pretty flower you’re not meant to touch because even the sight of it will kill you. She recovers quickly, walking toward me with all the confidence of someone used to being admired as she grins, “You’re harsher than I remember. But maybe that’s because of her. You have some new girlfriend who’s made the news, am I right?”

"You should watch it, I am the manager, and I won't take it likely if you disrespect me" Fred commanded. Beauty stood in awe, wondering what gave Kathy the guts to act so towards the acting manager. *I guess when you're too beautiful, everyone will respect you, and admire you, some will hate you, but only because of jealousy* Beauty said to herself. "Rumors had it that they once dated, birds of the same feather, they say. Two fools". Jessie whispered into her ears. "Jessie..." Beauty whispered with her eyes closed.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me? How beautiful I find you? How much I've missed you? How much you would moan and whimper with just the smallest touch of me on your skin. How your eyes always lit up whenever you saw me. How you'd blush whenever I stared at you for too long in one of your pretty dresses. “You're beautiful in your own way, baby. You don't need to look like the models you see on your I*******m explore page and wished so damn much you had their face. You don't need to be insecure over society's standards of beauty. You don't need a tiny waist, a thigh gap, a flat stomach, or slim thighs. You're perfect as you are, and I wouldn't have you any other way.

A torn menu from a dinner I didn’t even remember, where I scribbled a heart beside his initials. This wasn’t admiration, but remembrance, worship, and regret. I moved to the oak table at the room's center. Papers were scattered everywhere. My fingers brushed over them until one caught my attention. A line in bold italics. She exists as a contradiction—soft as starlight, sharp as glass. Below was a printed, dated quote. "She walks in beauty, but not for me. I write of her, dream of her, but I know—I will never hold her hand."

Her words came out more like mumbles as she stood quietly, watching me “Yeah,” I replied dryly. I went over to my nightstand to pick up my glasses to see my reflection properly. Coming back to stand in front of the mirror, I walk backward and then forward. Taking in the awesome view my reflection offered. I swirled my hips to check out my ass, just as my weight dwindled, so did my ass. “Young love. You should cherish your youth. We, women, are like flowers, beautiful when the new petals sprout from the buds; our beauty fades just like the petals fall.”

"If you ask me, you're just ugly and full of drama! And now, you're even throwing sarcastic remarks at Francis?" I swept my gaze across the crowd and let out a cold laugh. "So stabbing me was justified, huh?" The moment Francis heard that, his eyes reddened even more as he said pitifully, "Scott, that's not what I meant…" The more innocent and helpless he acted, the louder the crowd became. "Scott, aren't you taking this too far? Francis already apologized. What else do you want?" "You think having a Best Actress girlfriend makes you so special? You think too highly of yourself."

He bent to my level and examined me properly. “I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?” I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. “Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. “What?” He raised a brow. “Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.

"Scarlet, you are so beautiful!" "Who would have believed that Scarlet is even more beautiful than Lyn?" "Don't even compare them. Scarlet is a real beauty." "She shouldn't have hidden her beauty for so long. People wouldn't have mocked her for being ugly." "Humph! Why does a beauty like her need anyone's acknowledgment? She's beautiful already, and she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. Who among those who mocked her is as beautiful as her?" Murmurs filled the hall. Many were no longer interested in the dance. Their gaze lingered on Scarlet's every step as if she would disappear before them.