Beauty is being comfortable and confident in your own skin.
Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics.
I work a lot in the slums of Tondo, Manila, and the life there is poor and very sad. And I’ve always taught to myself to look for the beauty of it and look in the beauty of the faces of the children and to be grateful.
To me, beauty is natural beauty. If you’re naturally yourself, you’re beautiful.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers – and never succeeding.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
There is no real beauty without some slight imperfection.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.
It’s nice to just embrace the natural beauty within you.
Beauty is a gift, just like good health or intelligence. The only thing is not to be proud of being beautiful. Because you didn’t do anything – it was given to you.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
I have moments where I miss my old self. But I think anyone can get caught up in what we used to have. But at the same time, we can choose to focus on the beauty of now.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
True beauty is born through our actions and aspirations and in the kindness we offer to others.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.
I think every person has their own identity and beauty. Everyone being different is what is really beautiful. If we were all the same, it would be boring.
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.
Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth.
Take care of your inner, spiritual beauty. That will reflect in your face.
The beauty of mathematics only shows itself to more patient followers.
Beauty doesn’t matter because in the end, we all lose our looks and all we have is our heart.
Nature’s beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
Our bodies are always going to change, and we might not always love that, but it really has nothing to do with true beauty. True beauty comes from within.
