Ankles are nearly always neat and good-looking, but knees are nearly always not.

Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.

Girls are soft and pretty.

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

The language of all the interpretations, the translations, of the Judaic Bible and the Christian Bible, is musical, just wonderful. I read the Bible to myself; I’ll take any translation, any edition, and read it aloud, just to hear the language, hear the rhythm, and remind myself how beautiful English is.

Science is not everything, but science is very beautiful.

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God’s final word on where your lips end.

It’s every girl’s dream to be a cover girl!

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

The Bible is a sanctum; the world, sputum.

How sweet is the perception of a new natural fact!

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

We do not see people as they are, but as they appear to us. And these appearances are usually misleading.

I’ll never graduate from collagen.

You’d be surprised how much it costs to look this cheap!

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

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

It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.

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

Men always want and love when women wear tight and fitted clothing, right? And you’re like, ‚Wow, she looks so beautiful.‘ And then you have men who dress like slobs, and you’re like, ‚What’s the deal with these big and baggy suits.‘ It’s pretty ridiculous.

Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.

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

If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.

A women who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.

Women have a certain sexuality, and I think their bodies are beautiful, and I’m not embarrassed to explore that in a film. But there are things you get offered that are vulgar and violent – just like there’s a side of me that’s vulgar and violent.

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

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

Dissident intellectuals aren’t all beautiful.

It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But… it is better to be good than to be ugly.

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

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.

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

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

My beauty secret is absolutely no sun.

Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

I don’t care if you get up in the morning and don’t wash, don’t put any make-up on, don’t do your hair, even, but you have to have clothes if you want to look different.

No traveler, whether a tree lover or not, will ever forget his first walk in a sugar-pine forest. The majestic crowns approaching one another make a glorious canopy, through the feathery arches of which the sunbeams pour, silvering the needles and gilding the stately columns and the ground into a scene of enchantment.

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.

The job of art is to chase ugliness away.

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

People say I look so happy – and I say, ‚That’s the Botox.‘

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

Well, I’m in my 60s now. I finally look it, I think. People until I was 60 would always say they thought I looked younger, which I think, without flattering myself, I did, but I think I certainly have, as George Orwell says people do after a certain age, the face they deserve.

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.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.

Some people would claim that things like love, joy and beauty belong to a different category from science and can’t be described in scientific terms, but I think they can now be explained by the theory of evolution.

You’re beautiful, like a May fly.

Before ever meeting Priyanka Chopra, I had heard her name coming out of Bollywood and was impressed: she was beautiful, talented, had made nearly 50 movies, earned multiple awards – a massive star.

I’m just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family, and my children brought me back some of that spirit.

Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

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.

No one is so miserable as the poor person who maintains the appearance of wealth.

Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift.

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

Elegance is achieved when all that is superfluous has been discarded and the human being discovers simplicity and concentration: the simpler and more sober the posture, the more beautiful it will be.

Beauty and folly are old companions.