Pretty Quotes
Listen to the sunset...see its pretty hue... When you see it, think of me...and I'll think of you...
After all, as Franco would dictate, everyone was going to lose their money at some point. You may as well do so half drunk and at the mercy of a pretty smile.
It's not a pretty world, Papa.''I've noticed, ' my father said softly.
There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
I once began to ask around what constitutes a good poem. It felt petty, in a sense. A boy would need no help in deciding which girls he thinks are pretty.
I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.
No matter how you were taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher's smiling face to the stage. You got to put on that smile.
She may not be the prettiest, or the smartest, or the wealthiest at the Academy, but she could be kind. Anyone could be kind.
What every man should desire is an ugly woman with a beautiful heart, not a beautiful woman with an ugly heart.
She didn’t care if the world thought she was pretty. All she wanted was that special someone to reach beyond the surface and discover her heart.
He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites and escapes.
There are a thousand beautiful women out there, but only a handful of them possess the grace required by such beauty to stop it from looking ugly.
A pretty face and a beautiful body blind a man more quickly than any poker through the eyes.
Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.
She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.
She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met a woman.
The greatest danger in finding the right path often lies in here: The right path may look ugly and the wrong path may look beautiful!
She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.
The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.
The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.
Do you think I'm pretty?”He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful.”"Beautiful?”"You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.
I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.
She'd have the two of them eating out of her shoe. I've watched her in action, but I could never get away with it. And, I console myself, being cute hasn't made her all that happy.
As he prepared to ride on, he chuckled at the thought of the wolf entering the sheepfold. He would not ride with fire and destruction. The shepherd did not frighten his own pretty lambs.
I don't care to be pretty, " Blue shot back hotly, "I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.
Once in a while, he worries, but about what? Like the scattered clouds that drift over farmland in the afternoon, that sort of anxiety is what, ultimately?
Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.
There is a pivotal point in every interaction between humans which sets the course in their relationship. Do you hide or do you shine? Which way are you going to go? Hide or shine?
And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
...he called after her as shedisappeared down the path, a pretty girl in a hurry...
I figured I got the prettiest, sweetest, smartest wife ever to be, " he said softly.
He attempted to bark the order and succeeded, albeit with more of a chihuahua result than intended.
He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy, the whole street a universe spread out like a banquet.
The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.