A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the value of a woman's wit in enhancing her beauty and influence.
George Meredith's quote suggests that a woman's intelligence and humor significantly elevate her worth, as a witty woman is not only valued for her intelligence but also possesses a charm that enhances her beauty. The interplay of wit and beauty creates a powerful presence that can captivate and influence others, highlighting the importance of both intellect and allure in a woman.
In practice
This quote can be used when discussing the qualities that make a person attractive.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
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Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The Iβll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when Iβm dead, Iβll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
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