Over the years, I've really put in the time to achieve flawless skin.

I have had my fair share of nights out.

I'm hairy.

I always felt different and it was because I was Middle Eastern. Where most people were very fair, light-skinned, and had blue eyes, I was hairy with dark hair and dark skin.

Makeup and beauty is essentially art so I really can't say that I dislike any trend. I love seeing innovation and creativity. It feeds my soul!

To scale your business, you need to delegate responsibilities to others and establish a strong company culture.

The power of cosmetics and the effect they can have on one's happiness and confidence is very real.

The eyes are so telling. That's how you engage with people and bond with them. I love direct, strong eye contact.

The minute you decide to do what you love to do, you have made a life plan for yourself and a career choice.

My lashes are so long that if I don't curl them, I'm blind.

There are three big things going for The Scorpio Races: first, it is set on a beautiful but wild island in the middle of the cold Atlantic Ocean. That would've seduced me as a teen reader. Second, It is full of beautiful but killer horses being trained for a dangerous race. Actually, that would've seduced me as a teen reader as well. At third it involves a very repressed love story with a very Mr. Darcy-like love interest.

This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion I thought of you, before this minute upon another minute upon another Until, numb, my lips fell onto the mouth of another, and I was undone. ~from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter which is a fictional book in Ballad: A gathering of faerie

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Oh my God. What in—” I was going to be killed by two generations of beautiful women. While naked. “Mom,” Isabel snapped, interrupting. “Do you mind not staring? It’s totally perv.

She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

I really love nature. I grew up in the country. But one of the things about nature is that it is beautiful but it's also very dangerous.

No, Elenore's something else. You're beautiful. Especially when you look at me with that 'boy he's a condescending asshole' expression....Yea. Beautiful.

A smile is like an instant facelift and an instant mood lift.