You know when I feel inwardly beautiful? When I am with my girlfriends and we are having a ‘goddess circle’.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
‘Handsome’ means many things to many people. If people consider me handsome, I feel flattered – and have my parents to thank for it. Realistically, it doesn’t hurt to be good-looking, especially in this business.
Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it’s rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you’re just renting for a while.
Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.
Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.
The beautiful remains so in ugly surroundings.
The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one’s own even more, one’s own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
I was not a good-lookin’ girl. I was extremely skinny. I wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t cool.
The love of beauty in its multiple forms is the noblest gift of the human cerebrum.
I sincerely feel that beauty largely comes from within.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
A beauty is a woman you notice; a charmer is one who notices you.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
