“Maybe more than any other part of our physical selves, hair has the ever-present capacity to betray us.”— Amanda Mull, theoutline.com
“You do not know — how should you? What I think of you! Satisfied? Pleased? Good Heavens — what little words those are to express my feeling! I can tell you how you look, for nothing can ever make you vain. You are beautiful! . . . You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and you look your…”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Don't get me wrong: I'm much more comfortable in my skin now than I was during those tough adolescent years (kids can be cruel, you know?), but at the end of the day, it's just what makes me feel like my best self.”— Kaleigh Fasanella, allure.com
“I even went so far as planning on setting up an altar with 10 different skulls and skeletons. It was my way of remembering their appearance, their physical beauty. I also wanted to keep...if I couldn't keep them there with me whole, I at least could keep their skeletons.”— Jeffrey Dahmer, youtube.com
“But it is not anything to be beautiful — unless one is loved — and then it is different! I feel much more beautiful now, since you think me pleasant to look at!”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Whole Foods has become much more than the purveyor of grain alternatives, 3-for-$5 avocados, and lots and lots of almond milk.”— Mi-Anne Chan, refinery29.com
“All the wild world is beautiful, and it matters but little where we go, to highlands or lowlands, woods or plains, on the sea or land or down among the crystals of waves or high in a balloon in the sky; through all the climates, hot or cold, storms and calms, everywhere and always we are in God's et…”— John Muir, amazon.com
“No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening—still all is Beauty!”— John Muir, amazon.com
“When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being absorbed and appreciated. It is a good thing, therefore, to make short excursions now and then to the bottom of the sea among dulse and cora…”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Visions of ineffable beauty and harmony, health and exhilaration of body and soul, and grand foundation lessons in Nature's eternal love are the sure reward of every earnest looker in this glorious wilderness.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Though it is 2500 feet high, the glacier flowed over its ground as a river flows over a boulder; and since it emerged from the icy sea as from a sepulcher it has been sorely beaten with storms; but from all those deadly, crushing, bitter experiences comes this delicate life and beauty, to teach us t…”— John Muir, amazon.com
“In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and roc…”— John Muir, amazon.com
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“The beauty of your face, my Beloved, strikes my heart like a piercing arrow.”— Hafiz of Persia, mystery-school.net
“I asked him next, ‘And beauties' curls That tumble down so sinuously, What is their meaning? Whence do they come?’ ‘Hafez,’ the sage replied to me, ‘It's your distracted, lovelorn heart That asks these questions constantly.’”— Hafiz of Persia, poetryfoundation.org