A women's greatest asset is her beauty.
She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
What the public expects to encounter in an actress passed 70 is the sum of her experience, not her beauty.
But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there.
I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.
Our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
The Victorian woman became her ovaries, as today's woman has become her "beauty.
Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.
It has always been preferable to attribute a woman's success to her beauty rather than to her brains, to reduce her to the sum of her sex life.
Time can but make her beauty over again.
Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind
Then there will come a time where, very quickly, a woman will lose what some call her beauty.
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
