Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he’ll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.
I have been mocked by beauty, too. But it was the beauty which cost me nothing that in the end turned upon me.
A woman does not marry with a man for his wealth, unless he is too rich and a man does not marry with a girl for her beauty, unless she is too beautiful.
I do not know anything about ‘all the good guys are taken’ but I certainly know none of the beautiful girls are virgin.
There’s a big line between beauty and nudity, Alice! A man does not need provocative dressing to see the beauty in a woman.
By the way, the other reason I agreed to help you is because I love your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes. It's my weakness.
Without risk, we are automatons going through our days with no purpose or meaning. We are safer, perhaps, but we are also, ironically, closer to death.
I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.
Scoundrels [...] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [...] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.
Stop listening to the TV tell you about America the beautiful . . . get up and be America the beautiful.
What a beautiful woman. She moved with grace, she was entirely feminine, and yet, she possessed incredible inner strength. She’s a survivor.
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces
What is a life lived without passion? he asked himself. And what is passion, but a yearning of the soul for recognition and self-expression? The beauty within seeks beauty without.
You see, this is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding--it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.
But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.
It doesn't matter, the important thing is to fall asleep caressing the charm of an image. Because the last thing you think of before falling asleep must always be the most beautiful.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
God, please help me not be an asshole, is about as common a prayer as I pray in my life.
This was the bonus to liberal Christianity: I could use my reason and believe at the same time.
