F Scott Fitzgerald Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

The beauty mark between her eyebrows resembled a blooming rose, adding to her beauty and purity, making her stand out like a lotus untouched by mud. Her beautiful eyes were like two clear springs, looking at Kiran with endless affection and tenderness, as if a single glance could last a thousand years. Seeing their friend in such a state, Ester and Zara felt happy for her, as if lovers were finally getting together. Ruth Sutton’s expression dimmed slightly, admitting to herself that the school beauty indeed outshone the class beauty, and she could never match Ruby’s beauty. Bianca was the most shocked. She had not expected Ruby to be so beautiful, nor did she expect Ruby to show such deep af

Saying I was tired, was merely an understatement. I was utterly drained, completely knackered as one would say. "I gotta tell you, Susy. When a lady hears how beautiful she is, she flushes not because she actually is beautiful, it's because it helps boost her confidence" "If I do look beautiful, then I must go on being stressed, cause I can't tell what's changed with me. But stil, thank you for that" I saw a smile creep up her lips, eyes beaming on at me. "No, thank you. Miss Parker"

Spine cracked at the part we'd argued about during our first tutoring session. The green light. She'd said it was about hope. I'd said it was about wanting something you know will destroy you and reaching for it anyway. She'd looked at me across the table with those dark eyes and said that's not what Fitzgerald meant and I'd said maybe not, but it's what he wrote. I still think I was right.

“Yes. You wanna meet her?” Fiona’s face brightened. “Sure! I would love to. Besides, I have heard her beauty is sophisticated and admirable.” “You bet she is. I once had a crush on her when she was younger.” Fiona looked at the still-sleeping Anaztasia. “Is she more beautiful than her?” “For me? My girlfriend is obviously the most beautiful one in my eyes. But in terms of reality, Rozelyn is indeed more beautiful.” “Then I would like to meet her then,” Fiona’s smile grew wider as she scented the handkerchief. Lavender and lemon verbena flooded her nose. It had such a sweet fragrance like some scent of a forgotten goddess that she just managed to know today.

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" "Of course you are," I began, but she turned away. "What am I even saying? Look at me. That’s why he’ll never like me. I’ve tried everything—perfect breakfasts, lunches, even this ridiculous gold dress, just to impress him." "Don’t say that," I told her softly. "You’re beautiful the way you are. Makeup doesn’t create beauty; it just decorates what’s already there. It’s the inner light that shines through — the one that really matters."

Jodi said with a sly smirk. “It’s great in theory, but I’ve made up my mind. Besides, I’m no great beauty and I’m definitely not a femme fatale,” Patty said and sipped her drink. Jodi and Jackie looked surprised by her comment. “You’re beautiful,” Jackie said. “Yeah, that hair, those eyes,” Jodi said with wide eyes. “Your body.” “Ha. I’m chunky,” Patty said. “As far as my face is concerned it’s okay. My hair? God it just does what it wants most days.”

"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

Her beige hazel eyes roamed over her each and every mark and scar on her whole body which made her heart to painfully squeeze inside her chest when she recalled how beautiful she had felt herself to be when he had kissed them ever so tenderly like her flaws were like blessing to him Inessa had always thought she was far away from this world's definition of beauty . Let alone beautiful, she didn't even worth considering closer to it until last night where he had made her to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He had made her to feel worthy in her own skin. He had made her to accept her own scars by accepting them as his but only to let her completely alone in the very next moment

“I know. I trust you.” The playful smile on his lips broaden because of my response. I just let myself be captured by his embrace while thinking that I would love to be his epitome of beauty forever. ---THE END---

"What do you fear?" "Being ugly." That was understandable she was the Goddess of Beauty, she couldn't be ugly, but then again what was ugly? Being different? The word was used to make people feel less than, we were told being beautiful—being perfect, meant being skinny, meant having no flaws, but everybody has flaws, no one's perfect and that's what makes us beautiful. Adrian removed his hand from her cheek. "I'm still feeling fear, take it back." She ordered as everyone walked over, curious.