Giosué Orefice: Buttons and soap. Guido: What? Giosué Orefice: They turn us into buttons and soap. Guido: Who told you that? Giosué Orefice: An old man was crying. He said they turn us into buttons and soap. They burn us all up in ovens. Guido: Ho...
Mr. Bingley: I've never seen so many pretty girls in my life! Mr. Darcy: You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room. Mr. Bingley: She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. But her sister Elizabeth is very agreeable. Mr. Darc...
When we have balance over body, mind, and soul — and with the power of spirit — anything can be overcome to achieve a positive result. As a spiritual being, we have unlimited power at our command. We can work on these within powers of ours: inner...
Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that ...
Beauty don't ask for attention.
Beauty is a blessing not a hindrance.
Beauty' is not a scientific term.
Observe the beauty of forest.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Beauty when unadorned is adorned the most.
Beauty lies in the LIES of the beholder!
How beautiful it is to excel, and the goodness of giving from your heart.
I can't tell you how may beautiful women have broken up with me because they were bored. I can't tell you because it never happened. They all adored me." "It was your humility, wasn't it?
Renee was beautiful, but she was my friend now. On the other hand, Annette was my friend, but now she was beautiful. makes about as much sense as anything ever does with girls
Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. I've written many poems about a place that I have only been to in my dreams. This beautiful place is called Korea.
They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile. There was nothing beautiful about it.
On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to him. For the first time in many years, it was beau...
This is my story. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere beautiful, and I know I'm on my way... It's been a beautiful adventure. It always will be.
