I am a romantic, but I do put up a barrier around myself, so it is hard for people to get in and to know the real me

It is beauty that begins to please, and tenderness that completes the charm.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

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

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?

Butterflies come to pretty flowers.