“You look beautiful wearing my heart.”
“I wanted to. You look beautiful wearing my heart.”
“Beauty is not in the size of clothes you wear or how you look. Beauty is what size your heart is. Just be you”
“But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?"I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.”
“Beauty you lifted up my sleeping eye And filled my heart with longing with a look.”
“I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.”