The Best Beauty Quotes

  • 1

    A Favorite of 1280 users

    I remember the story: John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

    In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Holly Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
    The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month, the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like
    When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7.00 p.m. at the Grand Central Station in New York.

    "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7.00 p.m. he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

    A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

    Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Holly Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

    And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

    This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever by grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

    April 20, 2005 by DombGui in Beauty  ID#:36461
  • 2

    A Favorite of 1025 users

    You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, she is beautiful because you love her.

    June 1, 2002 by hotkittycock69 in Beauty  ID#:4148
  • 3

    A Favorite of 927 users

    When a guy tells you that you're hot; he is looking at your body. When a guy tells you that you're pretty; he is looking at your face. When a guy tells you that you're beautiful; he is looking at your heart.

    May 31, 2005 by best_of_me in Beauty  ID#:39518
  • 4

    A Favorite of 788 users

    The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.

    September 25, 2000 by Anonymous in Beauty  ID#:53
  • 5

    A Favorite of 591 users

    It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.

    December 5, 2004 by (*)Bonnie(*) in Beauty  ID#:27063
  • 6

    A Favorite of 557 users

    You told me I was beautiful,
    It meant so much to me,
    But when I looked into the mirror,
    There was no beauty I could see.
    I asked you why you said that,
    I asked you why you lied,
    Then you told me to look closer,
    Because I'm beautiful inside.

    July 6, 2005 by unforgiven_secrets in Beauty  ID#:42849
  • 7

    A Favorite of 529 users

    There's nothing more beautiful than a smile that struggles through tears.

    December 4, 2005 by snow-white666 in Beauty  ID#:55395
  • 8

    A Favorite of 505 users

    "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."

    February 2, 2004 by rainflower in Beauty  ID#:13782
  • 9

    A Favorite of 502 users

    I know I don't have the prettiest face for you to look at and I don't have the skinniest waist for you to hold, but I promise you, I have the biggest heart to love you with.

    November 13, 2005 by silverkiss_33 in Beauty  ID#:53161
  • 10

    A Favorite of 453 users

    Some people let their beauty show, because they want the world to see it. Others hide their beauty because they want the world to see something more.

    September 20, 2005 by Anonymous in Beauty  ID#:48781