I can't over-emphasize how important an exquisite perfume is, to be wrapped and cradled in an enchanting scent upon your skin is a magic all on its own! The notes in that precious liquid will remind you that you love yourself and will tell other people that they ought to love you because you know that you're worth it. The love affair created by a good perfume between you and other people, you and nature, you and yourself, you and your memories and anticipations and hopes and dreams; it is all too beautiful a thing!
Breathtaking, splendid, wondrous, sublime, all those words describe you, exactly as you are. You are a work of art! Enjoy your beauty!
Death is not a tragedy, but the unbearable pain of losing someone is. Madness is not a tragedy, but the malicious thought of the sound mind is. The desolate life of a broken man is a tragedy. The barren earth, which used to teem with green vegetation, is a tragedy. But what is a tragedy if there’s no beauty can sprout from it. Even the moon, despite its lifeless cratered darkness, emits luminous beauty at night. You see, the transcendent beauty in the human soul, in art or poetry—amid its unambiguous allure—is born out of tragedy. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Sublime Beauty in Tragedy)
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.