People often say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.

Beauty opened all the doors it got me things I didn't even know I wanted, and things I certainly didn't deserve.

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.

By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads to reality.

For all of nature's wonder and beauty, it is also hostile and unpredictable.

Beauty, whether moral or natural, is felt, more properly than perceived.

Accuracy is, in every case, advantageous to beauty, and just reasoning to delicate sentiment. In vain would we exalt the one by depreciating the other.

Filipinos don't wallow in what is miserable and ugly. They recycle the bad into things of beauty.

Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.