Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that's when you're most beautiful.
Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places, with great people - there's not a great downside to it.
The reason of my life is not to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
If a man is truly in love, the most beautiful woman in the world couldn't take him away. Maybe for a few days, but not forever.
A particularly beautiful woman is a source of terror. As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.
A Dream bring us to the most Beautiful Places.
Life is the most beautiful dance on the most beautiful stage we call Earth.
Life is beautiful, life is wonderful; we just have to see it.
You will be a beautiful person, as long as you see the beauty in others.
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless.
All I have to say is: Jessica Simpson is the most beautiful woman on the planet!
A beautiful person is a person who can see the beauty in the midst of ugliness.
Beauty is not the goal of competitive sports, but high-level sports are a prime venue for the expression of human beauty. The relation is roughly that of courage to war. The human beauty we're talking about here is beauty of a particular type; it mig...
Nothing is quite beautiful alone: nothing but is beautiful in the whole. A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace. The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musician, the architect, seek each to concentrate this rad...
One must know combinations, one must have a true knowledge of food to be in the moment.
Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.
Self-denial can lock women into a smug and critical condescension to other, less devout women. According to Appel, cult members develop..."an attitude of moral superiority, a contempt for secular laws, rigidity of thought, and the diminution of regar...
Men who read it [beauty pornography] don't do so because they want who look like that. The attraction of what they are holding is that it is a woman, but a two-dimensional woman-shaped blank. The appeal of the material is not the fantasy that the mod...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame. For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r, Fairing the foul with art...
She shook her head and whispered, "No. No! That can't be true. Impossible!" "You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!
Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?
