Quotes About Beauty

I'm sick of the rules and boundaries. The last thing I want is to become some empty-headed new pretty, having one big party all day.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

The exposure effect is also good news for those of us who weren't born gorgeous. It means that the people who know us best—our parents and children, our best friends and true loves—ultimately 'forget' what we look like. How symmetrical or clear-skinned we are disappears into the experiences we've shared with someone.

I don't want to be ugly all my life. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.

The big eyes and lips said: I'm young and vulnerable, I can't hurt you, and you want to protect me. And the rest said: I'm healthy, I won't make you sick. And no matter how you felt about a pretty, there was a part of you that thought: If we had kids, they'd be healthy too. I want this pretty person.…

Shay's eyes flashed. "Or maybe when they do the operation—when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everybody else—maybe after going through all that you just aren't very interesting anymore." Tally

I read that the real Cleopatra wasn't even that great-looking. She seduced everyone with how clever she was." "Yeah, right. And you've seen a picture of her?" "They didn't have cameras back then, Squint." "Duh. So how do you know she was ugly?" "Because that's what historians wrote at the time.

It must be horrible to see an ugly face when your surrounded by such beautiful people all the time . In my opinion , it does happens sometimes .

You're still yourself on the inside, Shay. But when you're pretty, people pay more attention." "Not everyone thinks that way.

When Tally glanced out at the glowing horizon, her eyes opened wide. She'd never seen dawn from outside the city before. Like most uglies, she was rarely up early enough, and in any case the horizon was always hidden behind the skyline of New Pretty Town. The sight of a real sunrise amazed her. A

She wondered how much of being ugly was just an awkward age.

the city interface didn't care why people were talking about you—because you were talented or merely beautiful, ingenious or just crazy, concerned about the planet or outraged over nothing at all

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

Shay scowled. "What, can't you stand me? Do you need to get some picture into your head so you can imagine it instead of my face?" "Shay! Come on. It's just for fun." "Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly!" "This whole game is just designed to make us hate ourselves.

You weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

She was Tally Youngblood... The girl with a pretty body and a Ugly mind.

what you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful

Even then, her mind had started to change, realizing that nature didn't need an operation to make it beautiful, it just was.

Still, she wouldn't have traded anything for this moment, standing there and looking down at the plains spread out below. Tally had spent the last four years staring at the skyline of New Pretty Town, thinking it was the most beautiful sight in the world, but she didn't think so anymore. •

I wonder why they never come back," Shay said. "Just to visit." Tally swallowed. "Because we're so ugly, Skinny, that's why.

Tally closed her eyes, remembering what having a pretty mind was like—everything vague and fuzzy, the world nothing but a source of entertainment, the future nothing but a blur. A few tricks weren't enough to make everyone bubbly, she supposed; you had to want your mind to change. Maybe some people had always been pretty-heads

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

Shay, I never would have gotten used to the idea. I don't want to be ugly all my life. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.

You're still yourself on the inside, Shay. But when you're pretty, people pay more attention." "Not everyone thinks that way." "Are you sure about that? That you can beat evolution by being smart or interesting?