“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and also of the holder of the eyes!”

— Ankala Subbarao, Share via Whatsapp

“There was still beauty in this world. And it was worth fighting for.”

— Ryan Graudin, Wolf by Wolf, Share via Whatsapp

“You can’t eat beauty, it doesn t feed was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be. You can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful, is compassion--for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.”

— Lupita Nyong o, Share via Whatsapp

“There is no saint without a taint”

— Cosntance Friday, Share via Whatsapp

“You can be one thing or two or three; you can be the beauty and the beast.”

— Alexi Pappas, Bravey, Share via Whatsapp

“I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,—the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.”

— emily dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson, Share via Whatsapp

“Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night Photo by Shawn Nystrand Photo by Shawn Nystrand the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud… That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished… Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing under a tree. The tree was a tree with happy leaves, and I was myself, and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand was holding my left hand which was holding the tree which was filled with stars and the soft rain – imagine! imagine! the long and wondrous journeys still to be ours.”

— Mary Oliver, What Do We Know, Share via Whatsapp

“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”

— Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South, Share via Whatsapp

“Girls have always been told that their value is tied to their appearance; their accomplishments are always magnified if they re pretty and diminished if they re not. Even worse, some girls get the message that they can get through life relying on just their looks, and then they never develop their minds. [...] Being pretty is fundamentally a passive quality; even what you work at it, you re working at being passive.”

— Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others, Share via Whatsapp

“You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.”

— Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, Share via Whatsapp

“If you love others, life will of necessity be tragic, beautiful, but tragic.”

— Graeme Rodaughan, A Subtle Agency, Share via Whatsapp

“She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad - she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes - the toad became beautiful.”

— C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces, Share via Whatsapp

“We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.”

— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth, Share via Whatsapp

“I believe in the relation between photography and music; And thats my inspiration.”

— Man Ray, Share via Whatsapp

“Because from now on, for you, I ll be searching for those moments of always within never/ Beauty, in this world.”

— Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Share via Whatsapp

“She was very beautiful and he felt he loved her. She was not beautiful as a state or a picture is beautiful; she was beautiful as a meadow across which the wind blows. It was life that pulsed in her and that had formed her into what she was.”

— Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country, Share via Whatsapp

“Beauty can be wearing out easily, like glitzy pants, slowly waning through the tiredness of age, the fickleness of neglect, the boredom of habit, or the revenge of poor treatment. ( Absence of beauty was like hell )”

— Erik Pevernagie, Share via Whatsapp