"beauty flees. years will make your breasts sag, your flesh grow slack, your skin grow leathery. men who smiled to see your face will speak to you as if you were just another man. your husband may see you always as the first time his eyes caught you, but no other man will dream of you. will you no longer be you? your body is only clothing. your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger."

- viendre, in robert jordan's "winter's heart"