Darkness Quote by Ovid Download Open image “Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.” — Ovid ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Darkness Fair Fault Night Woman
In the 1900s, bleaching lotions and skin-lighteners were a female imperative no matter what her colour, often carrying suggestive names like 'Fair-Plex Ointment' and… — Susie Dent Copy Share Image
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion. — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
Women often have a great need to portray themselves as sympathetic and pleasing, but we're also dark people with dark thoughts. — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
Whether dark presages of the night proceed from any latent power of the soul during her abstraction, or from any operation of subordinate spirits,… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Here are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem --… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The brilliance of morning is in sharp contrast with the darkness of night" - Woman thou art loosed — T. D. Jakes Copy Share Image
God please wash me of my sins. For my dark complexion represents the excess amounts of flaws, but my heart is pure red full… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share Image
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image
“Narrative cannot sustain formlessness any more than light can sustain darkness - it is the antithesis of formlessness, and so it can never truly… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Wait here, wait here!" he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share Image
Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images — Federico Fellini Copy Share Image
I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark side, that it is part of what it… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created must have its period of darkness: child and bulb, poem and personality.… — anne morrow lindbergh Copy Share Image
“What does he look like? The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
