The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
All changed, changed utterly; A terrible beauty is born.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
May she be granted beauty and yet not; Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe; The heart-revealing intimacy; That chooses right, and never find a friend.
To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.
O heart, we are old The living beauty is for younger men We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.
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