Now began the part of her life where she was just very beautiful, except for nothing. Only winners will know what this feels like. Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be.

It was said she mourned her beauty, which people still spoke of as of a vanished champion from another age. She had buried herself alive in public, on

...as with most redheaded women what beauty she possessed was protean and odd.

Beauty to her, as to all who have felt, lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.

That poor creature’s unhappiness was doubtless in great measure due to the conviction that in missing love and marriage she had missed everything.

Those who had before known her, and had expected to behold her dimmed and obscured by a disastrous cloud, were astonished, and even startled, to perceive how her beauty shone out, and made a halo of the misfortune and ignominy in which she was enveloped. It may be true that, to a sensitive observer, there was some thing exquisitely painful in it.

Even the most beautiful girl in the world becomes unsightly without depth of character.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

A person of colour was not a typical beauty.

A woman always exaggerates her beauty and its influence when they are past ; and it was a perpetual grief to think what her pretty face might have done for her.

She had a poignantly vacant, vulnerable quality that made her a reflection of everybody's private fantasies.

She was desperate and she was choosey
at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what
she imagined herself to be.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.