Padma Lakshmi Quotes

The most beautiful object in the world, it will be allowed, is a beautiful woman.

The sexiest part of a woman's body is the back of her kneecaps.

I just like beautiful women. They don't have to be a celebrity, though... I mean, if they're beautiful, they're beautiful.

I have admiration for beautiful women.

A woman beautiful facially can negate all her beauty by no longer being feminine.

People never get tired of looking at beautiful pictures of gorgeous girls.

She's beautiful,' he murmured. 'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia. 'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

A beautiful hand is an excellent thing in woman; it is a charm that never palls; and better than all, it is a means of fascinating that never disappears.

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

The most highly prized curve of all is that of the bosom.

A woman of the world is anxious to exhibit her form and shape, whether walking, standing, sitting, or sleeping. Even when represented as a picture, she desires to captivate with the charms of her beauty and, thus, to rob men of their steadfast heart.

I think shoulders are sexier than cleavage.

The sexiest part of the body is the eyes. That's what I believe.

I'm tactile, very tactile. A woman who has really nice, looked-after skin is such a turn-on for me. It's always sexy.

I like to show as much of a woman as I can. I like to fill things out.

I have always had an abiding interest in that type of female anatomy.

I look at the feminine body as a piece of art.

Maybe it's shallow of me to have a wife that's so beautiful, but it makes things easier. To me she's the most beautiful woman in the world.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Most male painters have historically admired the female form. It's got a lot going for it.

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.

Beauty, devoid of grace, is a mere hook without the bait.

Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather or fabric, can match that velvet whisper of flesh. No matter how unequal they may be in any other ways, all women, old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, have that perfection. It's a great part of the reason why men hunger to possess women, and so often convince themselves that they do possess them: the thigh, that touch.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

I love beautiful women, and beautiful women love me. It has to be both ways.