I don’t think I could live without hair, makeup and styling, let alone be the performer I am. I am a glamour girl through and through. I believe in the glamorous life and I live one.

I wanted a name I could shape the music towards. I was going to Miami quite a lot at the time, speaking a lot of Spanish with my friends from Cuba – ‚Lana Del Rey‘ reminded us of the glamour of the seaside. It sounded gorgeous coming off the tip of the tongue.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

I don’t care how many beauty treatments you have, I don’t care which bag you’re carrying – you have to have a dress.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Stylistically, I love make-up. I love doing my own make-up and stuff, but clothes-wise, I actually didn’t ever really care. Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity.

The internal machinery of life, the chemistry of the parts, is something beautiful. And it turns out that all life is interconnected with all other life.

The earth laughs in flowers.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Not being beautiful was the true blessing. Not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. The pretty girl has a handicap to overcome.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

I was going to Miami quite a lot at the time, speaking a lot of Spanish with my friends from Cuba – Lana Del Rey reminded us of the glamour of the seaside. It sounded gorgeous coming off the tip of the tongue.

Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

Nothing is ever done beautifully which is done in rivalship: or nobly, which is done in pride.

I don’t notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

God doesn’t love me any more or less because I had some work done on my face.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.

We require from buildings two kinds of goodness: first, the doing their practical duty well: then that they be graceful and pleasing in doing it.

Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of all the Lord has built. And, rejoicing in its glory, I gladly, gratefully, hopefully pray I may see it again.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

The diversity of India, of our civilization, is actually a thing of beauty, which is something we are extremely proud of.

To such an extent does nature delight and abound in variety that among her trees there is not one plant to be found which is exactly like another; and not only among the plants, but among the boughs, the leaves and the fruits, you will not find one which is exactly similar to another.

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?

I can’t even speak Hawaiian, but if you go there and listen to a Hawaiian song, you get captured because it’s so beautiful, like the melody is just gorgeous and you know Bob Marley is on the radio every single day. It’s very reggae-influenced down there. Basically, you haven’t been to paradise if you haven’t been to Hawaii.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords.

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man.

When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man – the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we’re children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they’re scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it’s pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

Water’s never clumsy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

The only way I’d be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

When you’re 25 or 30, you know, you can’t wear lime-green eye shadow anymore.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

You don’t need to buy expensive cosmetics; almost anything will do if you know how to apply it.

I don’t know that much about who directs what movies, but I’m definitely inspired by the look of old movies; I find them to be really beautiful.

To God everything is beautiful, good, and just; humans, however, think some things are unjust and others just.