F Scott Fitzgerald Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

“The flower that you love is not in danger...” His voice was soft, low, like a lullaby. My eyelids grew heavy. “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty...” Then a pause. A long one. “No one could die for you...” “I know...” I didn’t know if that reply came from the book, or from him. Maybe I was already dreaming. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched... they are felt with the heart.” Then silence. I peeked through my sleepy eyes and bit my lip.

Flashback Part 3 Ella Victoria Everette's Point of View I'm getting too used to when someone was telling me that I'm so beautiful. I mean, all of us are beautiful in our own way. I don’t know but when someone tells me that I'm beautiful, it hits different. But always remember that a person's beauty depends not only on their appearance but also on their heart. In my case, I was beautiful inside and out. Well, I'm just saying that we are beautiful in our own way.

“You were blessed with more beauty than any woman I have ever met, yet you are also the only woman I know who doesn’t wish to be seen as beautiful. Claire and her sisters spend hours preening to perfection and cinching their waists until they can scarcely breathe trying to be prettier and have men look at them with longing or desire. All the women I am acquainted with do the same, except you.” “Beauty is not a blessing, it is a curse I would gladly not suffer. I can not see one good thing in my life that it has wrought. And I’ve told you before I will not wear over-tight whalebone undergarments. If you like corsets, you can wear one yourself. And perhaps I should warn you that I will not onl

He looked at her with desires and started to take round around her , he gave her a deep look and breath "You are the death of me, Love! If you even wear rags it also enhances your beauty. Stay and stick to my side at the Party. I don't want to paint the party red. You are true beauty and all mine!"he cautioned and she pouted tightly "You are so cheesy, Falcone. You know that. If someone hears your words may kill himself. You are perfect in killing, don't try your hands in poetry." Falcone chuckled and deeply looked at her. Nandini also stared back but found herself unable to match his stare. She shyly looked down when Falcone envied

To be someone as extraordinary as I am, and believe me, I know how arrogant that sounds, and crave nothing more than the ordinary that only one person gives me. I look over at Faith, who is walking comfortably in our silence and I can’t help but smile and breathe her all in. She is beautiful in her own right. One of those rare natural beauties who doesn’t have to try is easily overlooked but once the sunlight catches it there is no seeing it the way it was before. The extraordinary in ordinary life. She notices me staring and gives me a funny look. “What?” she asks, getting self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

“Fine.” “Fine, Scott? Just fine?,” she’s like a drill sergeant addressing new recruits. “We don’t want you to feel just fine, we want you to feel amazing, hot, and like you’re on top of the world. Everybody loves being around a confident and charming person.” “You’ve got every reason to feel amazing Scott, you look great and you’re lovely,” adds Katie in an encouraging tone. “Keep reminding yourself what a wonderful person you are and also hit great you look. You’re handsome and intelligent. Think of all that, trust me if you walk into a bar looking like this, you’ll be the most gorgeous man in there.”

He seems to put a drug on her, which makes her have no conscious at all. ”What a beautiful angel that was sent from the heaven. I am sure that you are a priceless treasure” They say that beauty is power, that beauty can be your most powerful weapon. Beauty is something that everyone must attain in order to be treated fairly in this world, but then? There is also saying that 'too much is dangerous'. The fact that Lily Morgan was such a beauty that can even be compared to those beauty that goddesses have. It also makes her feel a doubt whether she can be safe in this kind of world.

"Nina, do you really like her?" Scott lowered his gaze and answered calmly, "Yes." Unconcealed, Yasmine's expression changed. She felt that all her enthusiasm had gone to waste. She asked again, "Why? Is she really beautiful, more beautiful than me?" Looking at her, Scott smiled. "In my heart, she's the best."

She saw her own reflection. Then... It changed. Instead of herself... She saw her mother. "Mom..." The reflection smiled sadly. Beauty reached toward it. The water rippled. The image disappeared. Alex quietly sat beside her. "You miss them." She nodded. "Every day." He remained silent. Sometimes silence comforted more than words. After several minutes... Beauty finally asked, "Do you ever regret meeting me?" Alex smiled softly. "Never." "You've lost everything because of me." "I found everything because of you."

"How naive, I bleed as you all do when I hurt. I am as mortal as yourself and those around us. I have simply acquired fame for my beauty which will eventually fade. I wish to capture my true essence as much as I truly can until the day that I shall not step forward and have any more portraits of me because of my scarred old face." "You are more than your face, m'lady, you are more than your looks. It is your spirit that is surrounding you that has given you fame. There are plenty of beautiful women on this flat earth, but none have your spirit. It is the way that you walk, the way that you speak, the way you carry yourself and the way your voice sounds like instruments being strung from afar