Best 123 quotes in «pretty quotes» category

All I want is pretty hair, books to read and a house by the sea.

And as you can see, I'm no pretty girl, just a sheep man.

Any work done with love - be it a photo or a meal or a painting - always looks so pretty, because love is a master of creating magical beauties!

Around 2 a.m. the snow started to fall. It was quite a lovely view and I breathed it in like I only do when I truly love something, and there was a small sadness creeping in through my chest because I knew I would have to leave it, go back to my basement with no stars in sight. But I pushed it aside because those moments are rare and I’m happy because now I know this place exists and that’s all you need sometimes. You need to know that lovely places exist and you can go there, when things go wrong, and it’s a place of solace.

A petty person often misses out on what is pretty in life.

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.

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.

As pretty as my princess. (created for my daughter Ivania)

As pretty as my princess.

Because she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, "Run away, you poor child.

Being pretty wasn't a crime. Wanting to please the eye of a man wasn't a broad invitation to be abused by all of them.

But there's a downside of being pretty, too. People can easily spot you, that is.

Being smart and strong is the new sexy. - Kailin Gow

Diamond being the toughest thing known to us is also the most prettiest object

Diamond being the toughest thing on the face of earth is still the most prettiest object; pretty is not always being honeyed.

Fashion doesn't make you perfect, but it makes you pretty.

Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear "no" often enough.

Don’t beat yourself up, son. I’m sure there is a culture on this spinning ball of dirt where you can be pretty. If not, do rock ‘n roll, or practice words. That shit’s pretty as well.

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.

For the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it occurs to me that at some point—last summer? last year?—she became beautiful. Her eyes seem to have grown even larger, and her cheekbones have sharpened. Her lips, on the other hand, look softer and fuller. I've never felt ugly next to Lena, but suddenly I do. I feel tall and ugly and bony, like a straw-colored horse.

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

Female competition is when you are with a guy you like and you look around, see a girl who is prettier than you standing nearby, and think to yourself: "I wish she wasn't here." -This is what happens when you attach your identity and sense of worth to the amount of male attention you receive.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Goddamnit, in your Love Fever I am suffering from Heart Tumor You must be adept …you Pretty Charmer I am falling for you…in this Indian Summer

Her beauty is untouchable.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsy hearts.

He noticed that he felt calmer now she was here, still in that grey dress with her dowdy hat, the air around her redolent with orchid oil. Perhaps all women in England had this effect. Perhaps they all smelled of flowers and exuded a calm and measured purpose. He couldn’t remember.

Her father told her she was pretty, but all fathers said that. Grandma Howard told her pretty on the outside didn't particularly matter. Pretty on the inside is what mattered to the good Lord.

Her mother's injunction on competing with other girls is a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down: "You just have to be smarter than the ones who are prettier and prettier than the ones who are smarter

Her problem is with pretty,” Tennyson said. "She thinks I’ll need all these dresses in college. Like I would ever in a billion years pledge a sorority. I’ll pack a few of these to be ironic, though. I can wear them to, like, truck stops at night with mascara running down my cheeks and stuff.

He’s dying!’ Doctor Cove, one of the ship’s two medical officers told me, looking at his med-scanner as he kneeled at the broken body of the only living Corsair on the black ship. I remember the look on his face as he told me – which seemed more to be puzzlement than actual concern. The man was a Corsair after all, and had injuries I could see, but he was conscious, and none of them looked fatal. But then, I’m no doctor. I never was any good at healing anything – and my job was doing the opposite, and I admit I’m pretty good at it. Always have been.

He stripped to his trunks, then dove into the pool. We all watched as he broke the surface and climbed from the water, his muscles slick and wet, his green eyes glowing in the half light of the glass ceiling. I heard Natalie and Sara both sigh, and Harry murmur that it almost made him want to go gay. Coby stretched out on a chaise beside me and asked, “So you still sorry you moved here?

He thought that fat boys were probably only allowed to love pretty girls inside. If he told anyone how he felt (not that he had anyone to tell), that person would probably laugh until he had a heart-attack.

He’s so pretty it hurts.

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.

I am a lifetime of exploration You have a lifetime to spend wandering

I am convinced that "all ladies are not the same". Some have pretty faces, others have beautiful characters. Some have facial make-ups, others have mental make-ups!

His smiles were hard won, but when they came, they were well worth it. They lit up his face like summer sunshine. The rest of the time, and far more frequently, he seemed lost in winter. And when he laughed, he was a different person.

I don't drink to make others look better, I just drink to make myself feel prettier.

… I am me, but am not me: I have spent my entire life & all of its suffering both as spectator & subject. a woman trapped eternally as a child waiting for the holy father. I look pretty but feel so young, standing on the curb sucking on the lemon of the sun.

If I don’t wear anything, I’d probably make the food go off, and the children run away screaming. What with all the scars and all. I’m not what one could call particularly pretty.” Unlike you, Vadim, and your goddamned perfection, except for a word cut in blood and flesh. Vadim shook his head, already retreating towards the open door. “'Pretty' is different,” he murmured. “'Pretty' has no scars. You are... Jaw muscles tensed again. “Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not ‘pretty’. Word’s ‘breathtaking’.

I have the body - they didn't have to tell me that - or that I am innocent looking enough to drive the man crazy, but I blushed when they call me pretty.

How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.

I'd like to make a twosome with two handsome trees. Make that a threesome as I'd also include a bush in the package, to keep it low profile.

I figured I got the prettiest, sweetest, smartest wife ever to be," he said softly.

If the second date seems to be going well, it's pretty much a given that by dessert I'll renounce my faith

I need a kid like I need a bad heart. A pretty kid is a ticket to trouble... and I'm too old to ask for that. Shit, I haven't even booked Tommy the Face in two years. I'm turning into a jack-off idiot.

I gazed up as if I hadn't heard, but what I was thinking was, tell me more about the pretty girls. I was embarrassed for wanting it, it was base, what did pretty matter? I had thought that so many times with my mother. A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it.

Instead of being regarded as intelligent or knowledgeable, many a woman would rather be regarded as beautiful or good in the kitchen; many a man, as handsome or good in bed.