A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she read more

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

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.

A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.

A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.

My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they read more

My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they scatter?

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up read more

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night,
the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.

Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.