Quotes About Perception

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.

...beauty, she had discovered occupied a narrow band. Ugliness, on the hand, had infinite variation.

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

I never saw myself as Mr. Ugly, but I'm not that handsome. I can sort of be made to look quite a lot better or quite a lot worse.

I wasn't afraid of getting old, because I was never a great beauty.

I was never my own type so I completely missed my beauty all through my youth.

If there is a fruit that can be eaten raw, it is beauty.

It is worth nothing to be young without being beautiful, nor to be beautiful without being young.

... as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the ideal library is in the wish of its maker.

A great deal of beauty is rapture. A circle is a necessity. Otherwise you would see no one. We each have our circle.

People see you as an object, not as a person, and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don't have it think beauty is a blessing, but actually it sets you apart.

Beauty is objectified pleasure.

No one can say I married my husband for his money. I married him because he's a beautiful art object.

No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

until only infinity remained of beauty

To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.

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

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

Weight doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I mean, it does if you're a model or whatever.

To me, merely and pretty were words that had nothing to do with each other. Pretty went with miraculously, and merely belonged in another paragraph entirely.

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

The beauty of the moonlight has no meaning for the bats and for the unfeeling minds!