The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.