Ann Aguirre Quotes

To love beauty is to see light.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love is a great beautifier.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.

I love everything that's beautiful. A lot of things.

When you start falling for somebody and you can't stop thinking about when you're going to see them again, I love that. Women are beautiful. They deserve to be cherished and respected.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

I love reality. I love the world. I love the smell of it. I love it.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

To know her was to love her.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

You are the most beautiful thing in my world.

It seems so lucky to just to have the right of telling you with all my might, you're beautiful tonight.

Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only knew how loved you are.

People always get used to beauty, though.” “I haven’t gotten used to you just yet,” he answered, smiling. I felt myself blushing. “Thank you for coming to Amsterdam,” he said. “Thank you for letting me hijack your wish,” I said. “Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

I love to praise what I love, and I won't for a minute believe that love is blind -- indeed, it gives clearness without sharpness, and surely that is the best light in which to look at anything.

All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty with eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes: all of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight! all these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!

Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved.

All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.

The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you.