They liked her fresh prettiness, her abounding health, and her vitality; they liked his picturesque appearance, his good manners, and his quiet, ironic humor.
And a 2011 study in the journal Physical Review Letters supported a different explanation: that a chord’s prettiness or ugliness is all in our heads—literally.
Everything here seemed of such a magnificent type to her eyes that she felt confused, diminished to half her height, half her strength, half her prettiness.
She had a strong body and a soft prettiness. Because she was a woman, her manners were womanly. Yet she liked to be queen, as her father had liked to be king.
It was the same rounded, pouting, childish prettiness, but with all love and belief in love departed from it—the sadder for its beauty, like that wondrous Medusa-face, with the passionate, passionless lips.
I tried to make up my mind whether her face was familiar or just such a standard type of lean, rather hard, prettiness that I must have seen it ten thousand times.
And I think, honestly, especially having the boys now, we give two different atmospheres of, you know, the girls with the prettiness and then the guys who have the ability to bring in that strongness as well.