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I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.
A women's greatest asset is her beauty.
Time can but make her beauty over again.
In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life.
Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind
She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
The Victorian woman became her ovaries, as today's woman has become her "beauty.
A woman beautiful facially can negate all her beauty by no longer being feminine.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .
Then there will come a time where, very quickly, a woman will lose what some call her beauty.
Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.
What the public expects to encounter in an actress passed 70 is the sum of her experience, not her beauty.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
When I was a seminarian, I was dazzled by a girl I met at an uncle’s wedding. I was surprised by her beauty, her intellectual brilliance… and, well, I was bowled over for quite a while.
And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed 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.