Natural Beauty Quotes

“There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.”
― Edward Abbey, The Monkey Wrench Gang

“Floating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It was so dark and I was so weightless that I had to look for my bubbles to be sure which way was up. I swam backward a little away from the boat and into outer space and waved my arm through the water. Sure enough the phosphorescents appeared trailing my movement like the tail of a shooting star. I let myself tip upside down and floated there watching the gentle snowstorm marveling that a world of such strangeness existed here all the time just under the surface.”
― Elisabeth Eaves, Wanderlust: A Love Affair with Five Continents

“There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Plain. It was a sort of stage-magic.”
― J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country

“Tate couldn't stop staring. She must be thirteen or fourteen, he thought. But even at that age, she had the most striking face he'd ever seen. Here large eyes nearly black, her nose slender over shapely lips, painted her in an exotic light. She was tall, thin, giving her a fragile, lithesome look as though molded wild by the wind. Yet young, strapping muscles showed through with quiet power.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Cambridge is beautiful... but... it doesn't have the power to heal and uplift as these forests and hills do. Buildings don't soothe you in the way that natural scenery does.”
― Siobhán Carew, Cambridge Red

“Just then, I notice Mrs. Mulgrave giving the younger woman beside her a slight push in my direction.
"This is my daughter, Maisie. She will be your maid."
"Maisie?" I can't help blurting out in astonishment.
I hardly recognize her. The past seven years have transformed Maisie from a plain preteen into a beautiful young adult. I didn't expect her to be so... pretty. She wears a black tee with black pants, but the simple clothing and lack of makeup only enhances her looks. She has heavy-lidded deep brown eyes, clear skin with the hint of a tan, the kind of plush pink lips that housewives in my New York hometown would pay good money for, and long brown hair highlighted with strands of gold. Her only adornments are a thick wristwatch and a rectangular pendant hanging on a chain around her neck.
I feel a pang of sympathy as I look from mother to daughter. If Maisie's luck had been different---if she'd been born to parents like the Marinos---she could have had the world at her feet, instead of being shut up in a house working as a maid.”
― Alexandra Monir, Suspicion

“The more we observe nature, the more there is the possibility of seeing things we've never seen before.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“You have only hours until you go from palace servant to the future queen of Aurelais. Many will not take the news well, particularly not the blue-blooded young ladies who will resent the prince for rebuffing them for you."
Cinderella thought of her stepsisters, who'd reveled for years in tormenting her. "I can handle it."
When she did not elaborate, Genevieve appraised her. "When Charles declares that you are to be the princess of Aurelais, all attention will be on you. This is the first impression everyone will have of you.
"You have natural grace, which most princesses take decades to learn, but it won't be enough. Nothing would ever be enough, even if you had been born royal." The duchess lifted Cinderella's chin so their eyes were level. "In my time, we stood by the three P's. I thought it was a bunch of hogwash, but I'll impart it to you anyway. It was essential that a princess be poised, pleasant, and-"
"Pretty?" Cinderella guessed.
"Presentable," corrected the duchess. "That's what all the wigs and powder and rouge were for. Nowadays, women are more after the natural look. Which, I suppose, isn't a problem for you." She hummed approvingly. "Now, what color gown should you like to wear tonight?"
"Something blue," replied Cinderella thoughtfully. "It was my mother's favorite color, and I wish with all my heart she could have met Charles and seen us together."
"That's a beautiful thought, Cindergirl.”
― Elizabeth Lim, So This is Love

“A movement caught his attention. A flash of white, a dash of color, dusty red against the gray-green of the leaves. Dragon lizards skittered into hiding behind the rocks as he stepped out of the trees into the clearing.
A girl, hair dangling down her back in disarray, homespun skirt hitched up underneath a heavy leather apron, her brown feet bare, crouched beside a pool, hand outstretched to a pure white animal with large powerful hind legs and a long muscular tail.
He'd read about these strange quadrupeds in the baron's notes. Kangaroos, the New Hollanders called them, and they were plentiful, reds and browns and grays, but white? And the girl like some Valkyrie. Hair the color of warm chestnut settling around her sculptured face.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“Rapunzel woke up to the dazzling, sparkling, gently chiming display with more cheer than anyone really should who had spent the last six thousand and approximately nine hundred days in a lonely tower.
"This birthday is going to be great. I just know it!"
She only really knew about birthdays because she had read about them in one of the thirty-seven books she owned: Book #3: Stories from Rome and Other Great Empires. Marc Antony apparently had splendid birthdays, and Cleopatra gave him the most cunning gifts. Anyway, they seemed like a marvelous idea, and she had adopted this time of year as her own.
Had there been anyone around, they would have been amazed at the hermit's beauty. For one thing, her cheeks were surprisingly rosy for a girl who had been indoors her whole life.
(This was because on sunny Wednesday and Saturday afternoons she carefully followed the window-shaped spot of sun around her room, lying down and soaking in the warm rays.)
Her eyes were large and green because of parents she had never known.
Her lips were usually set in an expectant smile because she was Rapunzel; good-natured, lighthearted, with a quick mind that constantly refused to be crushed by her circumstances.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“The holy well was before them. If it hadn't been marked as special, the place where the water came to the surface, fresh and clean and clear, would have been easily missed. But long ago, someone had built a stone border around it and added a vertical font with a woman's worn face on it. Water poured from her open mouth into the pool below. Little white moss flowers grew all around it.
A few yards away was a craggy standing stone. The stone was twice as tall as Merida and covered all over with carved spirals. On the first day of spring solstice, the sun lit up a perfect trail of light along the stone as it rose; quite magical. Merida used to ride Angus to the stone when she was first learning all the wilds of DunBroch; it was so impressive that it had taken her several visits to realize that the holy well, not the stone, was the reason this path was kept clear.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“They talk about plants but she talks to plants. She believes plants can listen, talk, dance, and do whatever they want.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“I was running, as fast as I could,
carrying you, Carnation,
shaking and scared ...

She was there, waiting for me.
Standing surrounded by a meadow of lavender,
her arms opened wide for me
to run into and cry and cry ...”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“After you have bathed and oiled her with the faintest hint of frankincense, use no other perfume. Apply only the lightest of the cosmetics. She is beautiful without them, so let us not mar her beauty." He studied her. "Dress her in a simple white, semi-sheer tunic. The king will enjoy the ability to see her well. But cover the tunic with a pale blue robe trimmed with purple."
Parisa hurried to the garment room and returned with clothing that matched Hegai's description. "Do these suffice, my lord?"
Hegai took the tunic and robe and nodded. "Soft and beautiful. Yes. This is perfect. Tie the robe with a purple sash. Place a golden pendant around her neck and hang golden earrings from her ears. Let me see her choice of sandals."
Parisa hurried back to the room after laying the garments flat on the bed, which had already been stripped of its linens. She returned with an armful of sandals and set them on a chair.
Heegai bent to examine them and pulled a pair of intricately carved leather devoid of jewels from the pile. "You will go as a virgin with hints of wealth to show off your character and your beauty. You may wear your mother's ring, but do not wear bracelets. The less distraction you give him, the better. The king, you shall see, likes simple pleasures, despite the ornate designs you find throughout the palace."
"And my hair?" Esther's head spun with his quick choices. She sensed by his look that Hegai had planned this for some time, probably in the hopes that she would ask for his help. She breathed a silent prayer of thanks to Adonai, for she knew she could never have decided on her own.
Hegai rubbed his chin and had her turn about. Her long dark hair fell to the middle of her back. To wear it down would be scandalous. Her heart beat faster at the thought, for she had no idea what Hegai would suggest or what the king would desire.
"Wear it up. Hold it in place with combs that are easily removed. The king will enjoy removing them.”
― Jill Eileen Smith, Star of Persia:

“What poets must seem to display, besides the objects imitated, is a beautiful negligence.”
― Giacomo Leopardi, Zibaldone

“Entrancing beauty falls nothing short of absolute magnificent creation.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“A great look is pleasant, beauty is endowed with the power to captivate.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“Stunning beauty can be captured in a glimpse, but captivating enough to influence a lasting appreciation.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“Innocence paired with natural beauty creates artistic values for eternity.”
― Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann, World Moving Love Quotations: 121 World Moving Love Quotations

“Because of my youthful innocence, I saw the beauty parlor as a great place. I now see it as a business that was killing natural beauty. The friendly characters running the shop never intended it to be that way, but they too became caught up in the latest products. They were, no doubt, nice folks but misled as we all were into believing the products were harmless.”
― Donna Maltz, Living Like The Future Matters: The Evolution of a Soil to Soul Entrepreneur

“With her fair skin, big green eyes, and those stunning freckles, it wouldn't take much to banish her current street urchin look. Because even as she was, all raw and unpolished, it was easy to see she was a natural beauty, almost bohemian in nature---a modern-day flower child.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane

“Self facial massage not only feels good, it has many benefits. It helps circulation, releases toxins, is anti-aging, helps your skin absorb skincare products, relieves sinus pressure, helps reduce the appearance of scars, and
relieves tension.”
― Carrie Scharf, Skincare For Relaxation

“You can enjoy the rich, deep color and smooth feel of ebony chopsticks...
... or the mellow beauty and soft touch of lacquer chopsticks, which can be almost like works of art in themselves. And I think you can get in touch with nature by holding those natural cedar chopsticks.”
― Tetsu Kariya, Japanese Cuisine

“When we begin to live like wildflowers, we put so much of our hearts into blossoming even in the most hostile surroundings.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“A touch of nature is a touch of a mother.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Safa Tempo: Poems New & Selected

“No matter how many times he tried to look away, Enrique couldn't stop staring at Carolina.
Her long black hair was curled, wisps of it framing her face. A few loose strands rested on her breasts. Her bright green dress showed off an incredible body. Her waist was tiny, and her hips were wide--- a perfect knockout hourglass figure. But most importantly, she was strong. Her body was crafted from hard labor. It was insanely erotic. So many women in San Diego were too skinny and had so much filler that they all looked like they were airbrushed, but Carolina was a natural beauty.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Violet looked up at the perfectly full moon. Just a big dead rock floating there doing nothing. But it never ceased to be beautiful somehow. Maybe that’s what makes it beautiful, she considered. It’s not trying to be something it’s not. Earth, on the other hand, was straining pretty hard, always scrambling to remake itself in the image of some sci-fi dystopia from the golden age of ersatz coffee and mutton chop sideburns. When will it be enough?”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“The beauty was just mind-boggling for this English girl...It was like being in your own national park, but without the signs telling you what you're supposed to think.”
― Peggy Orenstein, Unraveling: What I Learned About Life While Shearing Sheep, Dyeing Wool, and Making the World's Ugliest Sweater

“I join thousands of parents globally in advocating for our daughters to accept their natural bodies and for the cessation of the harmful notion that only a “new one” will bring happiness.”
― Lisa Shultz, The Trans Train: A Parent's Perspective on Transgender Medicalization and Ideology

“Taormina sits on a natural platform above the coast, its small streets and tiny staircases climbing to the summit of Mount Tauro, where an ancient Greek theater looks out across the sea. Stunning views aside, its coral-colored stone houses with wrought-iron balconies climb above elegant piazzas lined with cafés and filled with people. Deep green bushes with their bright pink flowers seem to grow everywhere, straight from the baking-hot stone. The town is beautiful, the pearl of the Ionian Sea, recently made famous by the show The White Lotus.”
― Lizzy Dent, Just One Taste