A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

You’re like a gray sky. You’re beautiful, even though you don’t want to be.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know, they have lost something and picked up something else.

Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

When you say ‘Black is beautiful’ you are saying, ‘Man you are okay as you are, begin to look upon yourself as a human being.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!

A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.

The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.

Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift.

Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.

Beauty doesn’t have to be about anything. What’s a vase about? What’s a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart’s Twenty-third Piano Concerto about?

I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want — an adorable pancreas?

That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

It’s a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I’d be rotten to the core.

It is better to be beautiful than good, but it is better to be good than ugly.

There are no bad pictures; that’s just how your face looks sometimes.

It’s never too late for a new beginning in your life.