Dawn

“What is beauty? Why is this world obsessed with beauty? It is a pathetic way of measuring your worth in the eyes of another.

How can one person or the majority decide who is beautiful and who is not? Why are people all over the world being driven to adopt standards of beauty? Why do we have beauty pageants? The world is making people want to "look beautiful" but not "be beautiful."

The world is making the new generation self- conscious about external looks. The new generation is becoming superficial. There is no depth in people.

True beauty is not in how we look. It is in how we love, care, and share.”
― Avijeet Das

“There wasn’t any way out of that darkness but forward.”
― David Joy, Where All Light Tends to Go

“What matters is that you live for something you believe in and not live in fear for something you do not.”
― Lauren Lee Merewether, The Curse of Beauty

“With the True and the Beautiful which Keats said were one and the same.'
Browning shot me a keen look.
'Bravo. Any friend of John Keats is a friend of mine. But the problem with his famous definition - which, incidentally, I most fervently believe to be as true as it is beautiful - is that like all great truths it balances perilously above an abyss of nonsense, where most of those who quote it quite lose their heads. What did Keats mean? That there is a class of things which we call true because they take after their ideal parent, and which you may recognize by their pretty features? Because in that case he was talking nonsense - and cloying, feeble, wishy- washy nonsense at that.'
'But I believe he was saying something much stronger and stranger. I believe Keats meant that Truth is Beauty: that anything-literally anything- is beautiful, provided only that we are forced to recognize it - at gunpoint, or pen-point! - as true. In that moment of recognition the foulest of passions, the most loathsome cruelties, the dreariest depths of a madman's soul, assume the quality we call Beauty. Not because they cease to be evil, but because they tell us about what it means to be human - about ourselves.”
― Michael Dibdin, A Rich Full Death