Beauty set up distance between other people and me. It warped their behavior.

Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it's rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you're just renting for a while.

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.

When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.

My duty is to try to reach beauty. Cinema is emotion. When you laugh you cry.

Standards of beauty are arbitrary. Body shame exists only to the extent that our physiques don't match our own beliefs about how we should look.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.