Não é o ângulo reto que me atrai. Nem a linha reta, dura, inflexível, criada pelo homem. O que me atrai é a curva livre e sensual.

I was attracted by the curve — the liberated, sensual curve suggested by the possibilities of new technology yet so often recalled in venerable old baroque churches.

A curved line, as a rule, will convey an impression of beauty more strongly than a straight line; a curve can be vastly more satisfying and pleasing than a tangent.

Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover.

The most beautiful curve on a woman's body is her smile

The most beautiful curve on a woman’s body is her smile.

Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.

The straight line belongs to Man. The curved line belongs to God.

During my darkest hour, life threw me some curves. Thankfully they were in the shape of a woman’s body.

I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

The longing at the heart of attraction is for union with the Beautiful.

The curve is more powerful than the sword.

For the lover of the grand in nature the mountains have singular fascination. The children of the mountain, too—the stern and impassive and the gentle —seem to have instilled into them the true spirit of the mist, and thus appeal to the nature lover more forcibly than the denizens of less romantic regions. The mountains attract at every season of the year—in winter, when their corries are buried deep under their snowy covering; in spring, when this snowy mantle has been broken by the strengthening sun, aided by soft breezes from the south; and in summer, when an occasional snowfield lingering here and there still reminds one of the winter that is past, but when the corries are clothed with grass of an exquisite green.