A woman of the world is anxious to exhibit her form and shape, whether walking, standing, sitting, or sleeping. Even when represented as a picture, she desires to captivate with the charms of her beauty and, thus, to rob men of their steadfast heart.

Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

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 world’s biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.

It is not the body’s posture, but the heart’s attitude that counts when we pray.

When it comes to knowing what to say, to charm, I always had it.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

Through Kurt I saw the beauty of minimalism and the importance of music that’s stripped down.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.

The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

A woman can’t be alone. She needs a man. A man and a woman support and strengthen each other. She just can’t do it by herself.

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

The job of art is to chase ugliness away.

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.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

I want to look my best for God. So many people have the attitude that if you’re a Christian you’ve got to dress bad, wear an old color, not do anything to your hair, have nothing. It’s no wonder that Christianity is not very attractive. I mean, how many people do you know in a Western culture that’s going to go, ‚Yeah, give me some of that?‘

The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.

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.

It is dangerous for mortal beauty, or terrestrial virtue, to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of Truth shows much that we cannot, and all that we would not, see.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

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.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

I wear make-up, and it gets a little bit thicker every year.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

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

Beauty without expression is boring.

I’m a workin‘ girl.

Be extra careful in the work environment with those who like to maintain their position through charm and being political, rather than getting things done. They are very prone to envying and hating those who work hard and get results. They will slander and sabotage you without any warning.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Africa is probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.

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?

The first decade of the twentieth century was not a great time to be born black and poor and female in St. Louis, Missouri, but Vivian Baxter was born black and poor, to black and poor parents. Later she would grow up and be called beautiful. As a grown woman she would be known as the butter-colored lady with the blowback hair.

Physical elegance, which is what I am talking about here, comes from the body. This is no superficial matter, but rather the way that man found to honour the way he places his two feet on the ground.

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

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

Men create gods after their own image, not only with regard to their form but with regard to their mode of life.

Science is a beautiful gift to humanity; we should not distort it.

It is impossible, as impossible as to raise the dead, to restore anything that has ever been great or beautiful in architecture. That which I have insisted upon as the life of the whole, that spirit which is given only by the hand and eye of the workman, can never be recalled.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

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

It’s always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s Earth.

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.

Thanks to Botox and fillers, as well as the work that I’ve already had, my face pretty much maintains itself.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.