Quotes About Beauty

People whose lives are not lived on the mountain peaks of the world commonly forget that the shallows have a beauty of their own.

The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer.

Well I've written four beauty books as well.

Scrubbing, for me, is the greatest exercise in the world. It gives me rosy cheeks, and I just have a ball.

The most beautiful clothes look awful draped over a shapeless from. And, conversely, a really good figure can wear a twenty-dollar dress with verve.

If I'm lunching with tolerant friends I eat green onions, and I like to nibble on raw carrot sticks. I certainly prefer them to fancy hors d'oeuvres. Fish is a wonderful beauty food. […] I like it best straight out of the sea, when I'm in the Islands, but even frozen fish can be prepared deliciously.

With taste, and a little study and ingenuity, any woman can have a perfectly lovely place. Lacking taste? Ask! Any good store will happily give you expert advice. If you can't afford that, look—feel—observe. And your friends will be enchanted to tell you what to do. (Be sure they're friends with beautiful homes.)

Treat your neck the same way you do your face.

Treat your neck the same way you do your face. It's a delicate area, and the first to betray age.

Facial muscles can sag quickly, but there are some easy ways of keeping them toned up. Each one of the following takes just about ten seconds. You've got THAT much time! 1. Open your mouth as wide as you can and at the same time purse your lips as if you're trying to whistle. Hold it for ten seconds. 2. Put your thumb and forefinger inside your mouth and try to push your fingers out--at the same time forcing your cheeks in. Hold for another count of ten.

Understate—or as Valentina said, 'diminish.' Let your face be more important than your costume. If you think you may be wearing too much jewelry, you are. Ask your husband how he thinks you look. If he says, 'That's a lovely dress,' try again. What he should say is, 'You look lovely!

Food! I say 'No, thank you' to many lovely things every day. Recently I admired the slim figure of a magazine editor. 'That's your formula?' I asked her. 'I starve,' she sighed. 'I'm the hungriest woman in New York.

Benedict understood clearly that the function of leadership is to call us beyond ourselves, to stretch us to our limits, to turn the clay into breathless beauty. But first, of course, we have to allow it to happen.

We need to think again about the beauties of age, its freedom and its splendor. It is the "fresh life within" that age reveals to us, if we only give it a chance.

You've made her so beautiful; when she's come to take your life away.

Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete. Everything has its own perfection.

Everything if only you could see it clearly enough, is beautiful and complete – the ragged nest, Marion's torn muslin skirts fluted like a nautilus shell, Irma's ringlets framing her face in exquisite wiry spirals – even Edith, flushed and childishly vulnerable in sleep.

Why is it, Miranda,' she whispered, 'that such a sweet pretty creature is a schoolteacher – of all dreary things in the world . . .?

He had been too busy with the autumn pruning the last few days to stop as he often did to admire the close growing hydrangea bushes, their dark glossy leaves crowned with clusters of deep blue flowers. Now to his annoyance he saw that one of the tallest and most handsome plants, in the back row, a few feet out from the wall directly below the tower, had been badly crushed and broken, the beautiful blue heads limp on their stalks.

At every step the prospect ahead grew more enchanting with added detail of crenellated crags and lichen-patterned stone. Now a mountain laurel glossy above the dogwood's dusty silver leaves, now a dark slit between two rocks where maidenhair fern trembled like green lace.

That night the mountain mist came rolling down from the pine forest and lingered far into the morning.

the large black birds swirling and dispersing over

Wings have we—and as far as we can go we may find pleasure: wilderness and wood, blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood which with the lofty sanctifies the low.

The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.