Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a read more

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should read more

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
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The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
Their red it never dies;
But Phyllida, my Phillida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.