She was a pleasing and wholesome sight, and he was immediately drawn to her. Her beauty was not so extraordinary, yet what he felt then was somehow more exquisite, more disturbing, than anything he felt before on seeing some attractive woman in passing. Like an adolescent with awakening passions he quickly looked away, made almost breathless by the acute happiness that came over him.
She seemed, anyhow, all light, glowing, like some bird or air ball that has flown in, attached itself for a moment to a bramble.
Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while by mistake.
What we call beauty is perhaps the strength of our feeling of resistance to destructibility.
The light in her face turned fine as pearl.
When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing the unique beauty of that world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I've wasted my time.
But there are times when one must lose a little beauty if one is to keep what little beauty one already has.
Ugliness: what is it but the soul showing through the flesh?
Twice beautiful is beauty and what is good is doubly. good