F Scott Fitzgerald Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

"I think it's all luck. We have such good luck today, maybe we'll be lucky for the rest of the year." "Luck is entirely possible! Seeing such a stunning beauty as Al today, how could we not be lucky? I used to think Al was ugly since she never showed her face, but I never expected that Al, with a simple outfit like jeans and a T-shirt, would be even more beautiful than celebrities in evening gowns." "Yes, just now when Sisca stood next to her, I felt that Al was several times more beautiful than Sisca. Al's skin seems to emit light."

He was always with his best friend, who was Luis, the boy who works at the company. Axel kept listening attentively. —One day I received a letter; it was a pink sheet, I still remember what it said. I quote Alicia. "Hello, "Al. I know you don't know about me and that hurts me, because I see you every day. That smile is the most beautiful; I would die for you to dedicate it to me one day. Sometimes I just sit and watch you. I know it sounds scary, but it's not. "I can't just stop admiring your beauty; I hope I don't bother you with these letters, little "Al." Sincerely. Your admirer.

I would not screw it up by knocking out her teeth. “How do I say…” she drawled. “You are not a conventional beauty, like my Persephone.” “Well,” I said, my voice tight. “If everyone was gorgeous, then that would defeat the object of having beauty.” Her lips quirked into a smile. “Well said.” I exhaled a long breath and gazed into the cooling, red tea. “Anyway, don’t think that Franklin doesn’t desire you because of your unconventional looks.” Demeter smoothed down her thinning hair. “My last husband was frightfully ugly, but there was something about him I found irresistible.”

But the beauty of the heart, of the soul, is eternal, everlasting. Nova took Bellatrix's hand in her own and pressed it against the left side of her chest. "Your beauty resides here, Bellatrix. Your heart is far more lovely and genuine. It's not just the mind; your appearance is also beautiful. But not ours. Like a blooming rose, your appearance reflects nature's purity. You are soft and pure, like a rose. A rose's beauty knows no season. It remains equally beautiful at all times. Perhaps you are unaware that, among the ordinary, you are extraordinary.” She smiled broadly and gently released my hand.

I thought about her question for a few moments, trying to recollect thoughts and replied, bending to her level to match eye contact. “Beauty is not perfection, it is the serenity of heart.” “Meaning you can find a stone beautiful too as long as it provides tranquility?” She asked, blinking. This kid is something. “Yes.” I whispered, patting her head. The reminiscence of Lucille in her is truly heartwarming. I stood up, turning away. “Anyways, it’s getting dark, you should go back to the fortress.” I told her. Nodding with a grin she waved.

Selina greeted him with a bright smile, her cheeks slightly flushed from her hurry. Fernando suddenly remembered a line of poetry his English teacher had once taught him: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." He hadn't understood the meaning before, but now, looking at Selina without makeup yet more eye-catching than the vibrant roses in the table's vase, he suddenly grasped its meaning. How blind must David have been to hurt someone so beautiful? "What are you thinking about?" Seeing Fernando staring at her yet lost in thought, Selina couldn't help but wave her hand in front of his face.

"I guess I didn't really think about my scent when I met you... I was too captivated by your beauty." Felicity looked shocked as she stared at him with wide eyes before shaking her head and scoffing. "I'm not beautiful," she said dejectedly. "I'm really very average." Dmitri leaned over the table, carefully taking her chin in his hands and gently made her look at him before he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "On the contrary, sweet Felicity, you are very beautiful. Your eyes are hypnotising, your skin is soft, your lips are inviting and your laugh is like a beautiful melody being played by angels'. You're cheeky and lovely and all I want to do is kiss you." Dmitri's heart galloped with pr

She shook her head, "No, I need to talk to Scott by myself. I owe him this much." I rolled my eyes heavenwards, "You don't owe him shit." She let out a soft laugh, "I do..." She withdrew, meeting my gaze. Her face, an epitome of symmetry, captivated my attention. Hazel eyes sparkled above silky, straight blonde hair, while her lips boasted a simple yet striking beauty—plump and painted in a delicate shade of pink. In her presence, I couldn't help but feel inadequate, as if I paled in comparison to her beauty. It crossed my mind that she deserved someone equally as stunning.

My laptop pinged what felt like hours later. "You're not simply beautiful, Miss Lane, you're beguiling. Your eyes don't shine like the moon, you look at me and It feels like I've been shot through the head and brought back to life in the space of a second. You're a force more powerful than gravity, stronger than Icarus' attraction to the sun, and I am but a mere mortal who could never resist your pull even if I wanted."

Charlotte's current state is like that beautiful flower after the rain, as if it has been touched by the spring rain, giving it a clear and refreshing beauty. "Caroline." Charlotte put down her bag, looked up, and found Caroline staring at her. She felt a little embarrassed and raised her hand to touch her cheek. "Caroline, is there something on my face?" Caroline chuckled and said, "No! I just feel like, after not seeing you for a month, you seemed to have become even more beautiful." Charlotte frowned and said, "I haven't been to the beauty salon recently." "You don't necessarily have to go to a beauty salon, love's nourishment can also make people beautiful!"