It is very fashionable for good-looking ladies to say how hard it is to be beautiful, but that’s not true. There are times when itdepresses and bothers me to see just how easy things are made for a beautiful woman.

It is the beauty of women, and the fact that they are the focus, that they are sex objects in a positive sense, is the reason we have civilization.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

A beautiful woman is born Queen of men and women both, as Mary Stuart was born Queen of Scots, whether men or women.

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?

Women are slaves to their beauty.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

I don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

Moral severity in women is only a dress or paint which they use to set off their beauty.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

People are like stained – glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.

Generally speaking, the greater a woman’s beauty, the greater her modesty.

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman’s arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman’s breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy.

It is a high distinction for a homely woman to be loved for her character rather than for beauty.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

Look on beauty,
And you shall see ‘tis purchased by the weight,
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it.

The most beautiful object in the world, it will be allowed, is a beautiful woman.

A beautiful person among the Greeks, was thought to betray by this sign some secret favor of the immortal gods; and we can pardonpride, when a woman possesses such a figure that wherever she stands, or moves, or leaves a shadow on the wall, or sits for a portrait to the artist, she confers a favor on the world.

The world’s biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.

Since art is the expression of beauty and beauty can be understood only in the form of the material elements of the true idea it contains, art has become almost uniquely feminine. Beauty is woman, and also art is woman.

A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.

Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.

Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man. Every thing we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or an impulse in the heart of a woman.

The cello is like a beautiful woman who has not grown older, but younger with time, more slender, more supple, more graceful.

For women, beauty is more important than the mind, because the man is easier to watch than to think.

Then there will come a time where, very quickly, a woman will lose what some call her beauty.

For me, a picture should be like sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem. It must have radiance; it must be like those stones which Pyrenean shepherds use to light their pipes.

Taking joy in living is a woman’s best cosmetic.

Because of something told under the famished horn
Of the hunter‘s moon, that hung between the night and the day,
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

The beauty of women was the first expression of my photography.

To be beautiful lips – say kind words. To my eyes were beautiful – radiate good. A woman’s beauty is not in the clothes, not in its shape or hairstyle. Beauty woman in her eyes, because the eyes – is the gateway to the heart, where love lives.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

There are few women whose charm survives their beauty.

When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist.

For me, a painting must give off sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem.

I am a feminist. I reject wholeheartedly the way we are taught to perceive women. The beauty of women, how a woman should act or behave. Women are strong and fragile. Women are beautiful and ugly. We are soft-spoken and loud, all at once. There is something mind-controlling about the way we’re taught to view women.

Culture stereotypes women to fit the myth by flattening the feminine into beauty-without-intelligence or intelligence-without-beauty; women are allowed a mind or a body but not both.

A beauty is a woman you notice; a charmer is one who notices you.