Beauty is not about make up it’s about what it makes you to be from within.
— Amit AbrahamLeave your hair natural. Let your beard grow out. Leave the makeup in the bag. Wear comfortable clothes. Stop worrying so much about your looks and start looking around you. You have missed so much beauty trying to become beautiful. You have missed your own worth trying to become worthy. Let the mask break open. Let it lie on the floor. Let yourself be seen. Let yourself see.
— Vironika TugalevaBeauty lies not in a flawless complexion, but in the stories that are told by each transitioning line on a woman’s face.
— Alyscia CunninghamMany people define beauty as skin deep, but I’ve found the beauty in physical and superficial changes that continue throughout the life of a woman.
— Alyscia CunninghamWhat a rebellious act it is to love yourself naturally in a world of fake appearances.
— Nikki RoweEvery woman with her own makeup!
— Ljupka CvetanovaFloating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It was so dark and I was so weightless that I had to look for my bubbles to be sure which way was up. I swam backward a little away from the boat and into outer space and waved my arm through the water. Sure enough the phosphorescents appeared trailing my movement like the tail of a shooting star. I let myself tip upside down and floated there watching the gentle snowstorm marveling that a world of such strangeness existed here all the time just under the surface.
— Elisabeth EavesLife is better when I get lost in natural beauty.
— Debasish MridhaWhat you humans need to do is find beauty in the fact that something is naturally the way it is. Perhaps then you wouldn't be so destructive.' [Meems says to Ellani].
— A.L. DavroeGazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,--it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,--feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: 'At last! At last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!
— Helen Hunt Jackson