Some women are vain, swallowed by the obsession of their own beauty, because they fear that is all they have to offer. And sadly, this obsession makes it so.

The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.
I stared at her.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven't grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you're mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you're tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.
I stared at her.
When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.
I stared.
When you're gone, the World starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It's the best fucking thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.

When they built this building they were afraid to say that beauty is truth for fear that it wouldn't be by the time it was completed.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

The charms of women were never more powerful never inspired such achievements, as in those immortal periods, when they could neither read nor write.

Beauty's sister is vanity, and its daughter lust.