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

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

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

Girls are soft and pretty.

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

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?

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

All art is quite useless.

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.

Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand.

I have two main hair people I work with. They’re always with me. I’m like, ‚I’m bored! I wanna change my hair!‘ That’s the good thing about a weave. You can do whatever with it.

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

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.

Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.

An example I often use to illustrate the reality of vanity, is this: look at the peacock; it’s beautiful if you look at it from the front. But if you look at it from behind, you discover the truth… Whoever gives in to such self-absorbed vanity has huge misery hiding inside them.

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

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?

Pictures must not be too picturesque.

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

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’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.

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 is not caused. It is.

The perception of beauty is a moral test.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

In judging of a beautiful statue, the aesthetic faculty is absolutely and completely gratified by the splendid curves of those marble lips that are dumb to our complaint, the noble modelling of those limbs that are powerless to help us.

Life is abundant, and life is beautiful. And it’s a good place that we’re all in, you know, on this earth, if we take care of it.

Water’s never clumsy.

When someone does a small task beautifully, their whole environment is affected by it.

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.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

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.

I’m constantly trying to find new ways to get my hair out of my face.

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.

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

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

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

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.

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

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

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.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

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

When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.

Science is not everything, but science is very beautiful.

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

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

No person who is well bred, kind and modest is ever offensively plain; all real deformity means want for manners or of heart.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

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

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.

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.