Good food is a celebration of life.
Sophia LorenRead
If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful.
Interpretation
True beauty is tied to emotional experiences, including sorrow.
This quote by Sophia Loren suggests that experiencing a range of emotions, particularly sadness, enhances one's beauty. It implies that those who have faced struggles and have allowed themselves to feel deeply possess a richness in their expression and appearance that comes from their life experiences.
In practice
In a speech about embracing our emotions during a graduation ceremony.
Good food is a celebration of life.
The first woman was created from the rib of a man. She was not made from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal to him.
At the dressing table, every woman has a chance to be an artist, and art, as Aristotle said, 'completes what nature left unfinished.'
The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.
Cooking is an act of love, a gift, a way of sharing with others the little secrets -- 'piccoli segreti' -- that are simmering on the burners.
The right hairstyle can make a plain woman beautiful and a beautiful woman unforgettable.
One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
When the rhythms of our body-mind are in synch with nature's rhythms, when we are living in harmony with life, we are living in the state of grace. To live in grace is to experience that state of consciousness where things flow effortlessly and our desires are easily fulfilled. Grace is magical, synchronistic, coincidental, joyful. It's that good-luck factor. But to live in grace we have to allow nature's intelligence to flow through us without interfering.
The only superstition I have is that I must start a new book on the same day that I finish the last one, even if it's just a few notes in a file. I dread not having work in progress.
Don't be afraid of mistakes - There are none.
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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