Beauty always promises, but never gives anything
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
Close your eyes and see the beauty.
Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
I’ve never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.
Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.
Whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. So it is none the worse nor the better for being praised.
We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes.
Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.
The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may – light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.
I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want – an adorable pancreas?
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
Beauty isn’t worth thinking about; what’s important is your mind. You don’t want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head.
Thankfully, beauty is easier to remove than apply, and a swipe of demaquillage in the right direction and you are you once again.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.