Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.
All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.
Beauty is a whore, I like money better.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter, she is perfectly satisfied
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Beauty provokes harassment, the law says, but it looks through men's eyes when deciding what provokes it.
Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens — but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are. It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.
The Lord prefers common-looking people. That is why he made so many of them.
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.
Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?
The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.