#beau

Beauty doesn't need ornaments. Softness can't bear the weight of ornaments. ↗

— Munshi Premchand

#bear #need #ornaments #softness #weight

To me, natural, healthy looking skin is really beautiful. With a little concealer, eyeshadow, liner, gloss and bronzer, I love my lighter makeup look. I've saved so much money on facials! ↗

— Giuliana Rancic

#gloss #healthy #i #i love #lighter

The beauty of a strong, lasting commitment is often best understood by men incapable of it. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#beauty #best #commitment #incapable #lasting

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate. ↗

— Jack London

#add #beauty #belongs #book #estate

We must respect the other fellow's religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children smart. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#children #extent #fellow #his #must

What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? ↗

— Michelangelo

#blind #cannot #clothed #empty #fact

A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it. ↗

— Michelangelo

#beautiful thing #does #failing #gives #hear

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes. ↗

— Michelangelo

#beauty #day #end #eyes #flame

It is dangerous for mortal beauty, or terrestrial virtue, to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of Truth shows much that we cannot, and all that we would not, see. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#cannot #dangerous #examined #light #mortal

When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise for me when I was beautiful." And not a maid but, at the sound of it, though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool, will start awake, and bless love's benefit whose long fidelities bring Time to school. I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth by myrtle shade in quiet after pain, but you, a crone, will crouch beside the hearth mourning my love and all your proud disdain. And since what comes to-morrow who can say? Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day. ↗

— Pierre de Ronsard

#helene #love #beauty