Wayne Dyer Quotes

External beauty is a bizarre thing to me.

I've got the body of a model and the face of a coal miner.

The way we remember people, even their beauty is all so subjective and a matter of perspective.

I don't notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

I don't go around thinking I'm attractive or not attractive. It has never occurred to me. People don't think like that where I come from... No one has ever said, 'Oh, he's a good-looking bloke.' They just didn't use those words about men.

It's weird to me to see how different everyone's opinion of beauty is.

Call me old-fashioned, but armpit hair is not high up there on my wish list of things to have.

Makeup and clothing and all that should be a fun way to be creative and express yourself. Just like in nature, where birds have all the colors. But instead, it's all focused on the aesthetics of being attractive to men. Even if you really don't think it is that, that's what we're doing.

Beauty really has such a wide field of interpretation. I guess that's why it's forever fascinating.

I love to look at beauty.

We're all trying so hard to be beautiful, but the people in 'Kuso' are trying so hard to be disgusting.

For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it.

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

Nature knows no difference between weeds and flowers.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an altogether ugly woman — or altogether beautiful.

The epithet beautiful is used by surgeons to describe operations which their patients describe as ghastly, by physicists to describe methods of measurement which leave sentimentalists cold, by lawyers to describe cases which ruin all the parties to them, and by lovers to describe the objects of their infatuation, however unattractive they may appear to the unaffected spectators.

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

You can call it ugly if you want, but I'd call it a win.

I cannot tell by what logic we call a toad, a bear, or an elephant ugly; they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best express the actions of their inward forms.

Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion.

In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.

What makes sovereign ugliness are our conventions.

I am inspired by so much. I am inspired by women, of course - beautiful women. I am also inspired by not so beautiful things in the world.