What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
I hate when models say 'Oh, plastic surgery is just a wrong thing. What are you talking about? You won the genetic lottery. You look like this specimen that's making people everywhere feel insecure and you're going to ridicule someone for getting plastic surgery?
-Most people would say that she's beautiful. -That's because she's been with most people.
Has any psychological experiment yielded a more delightful suggestion than this one: that there is a part of the mind without ambition or information, which nonetheless is expert on what is beautiful?
Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
We know beauty when we see it, and our reactions are remarkably consistent. Beauty is not just a social construct, and not every girl is beautiful just the way she is.
We're constantly taking pictures of ourselves. It's a bit scary, because images are essentially dead, so we judge beauty on something that isn't alive.
Lover's words: “How beautiful you are, now that you love me.”
I think, when I was younger, I believed in - and yearned for - conventional beauty. I thought there was a spectrum from ugly to beautiful, and that you could objectively plot everyone you saw along it.
What is that hair? So yesterday.
It's always sad to me when certain people are excluded from being considered beautiful... because of someone else's expectation. That bothers me.
Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.
If a handsome woman allows that another woman is beautiful, we may safely conclude she excels her.
Purple lipstick? Naw, that looks stupid on all girls!
There's a perceived inverse relation between looks and talent. Look at Charlize Theron - she made herself ugly for 'Monster' and suddenly everyone said 'she's a genius.' It shouldn't be like that.
