Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.
People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.
I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. Forgive me, O Gracious One; for I have been closing my ears and eyes for too long. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life's illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe.
The human ego is the ugliest part of man. We lift up men who only show us darkness, and put down those brave enough to show us the light. Likewise, people engage in darkness when it is light outside, and acknowledge the light only when it is dark. We abandon those fighting for us to cheer behind those fighting against us. And, we only remember good people and God when it is convenient for us, and take them for granted because their doors are always open - only to chase after closed doors and personalities void of substance and truth.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
It's funny how the ugly duckling always has so many beautiful things to teach us.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
It's 4am again and I'm just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugly and beautifully. I bet you're sleeping safe and calm, and you can stay there, it's safer there, and you wouldn't stand one night on this journey my mind wanders off to every night you close your eyes. I'll stay here one day and I will never come down. I promise I can fly before I hit the ground. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I swear, it doesn't hurt.
Too tired of living under the same sky with their old faces. So sick of being in the same room with their echoing voices. They made my soul heavy, as much as they corrupted my mind. They forced me to see my world in their colors as if I were a colorblind. A walking dead is what they made of me, but I cannot take this anymore. I’ll find my way back home to the old me; To the beautiful dreamy little girl I’ve been before…
I’m trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across—not to just depict life—or criticize it—but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can’t do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can’t believe in it. Things aren’t that way.
It is the adage of any creative thing; it looks terrible, it is an ugly baby, until the very last second.
I'm not afraid to play ugly - look at 'Adaptation.' I looked like a turd that a cat had coughed up.
Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
When I ran for the Senate the first time, I ran against the wealthiest guy in the state of Vermont. He spent a lot on advertising - very ugly stuff. He kept attacking me as a liberal. He didn't use the word 'socialist' at all because everybody in the state knows that I am that.
I like to read away as much of the afternoon as possible, until real life rears its ugly head.
A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.
When this ugly gangster told Joe Glaser that he must take the name of Armstrong down, off of the marquee, and it was an 'order from Al Capone,' Mr. Glaser looked this cat straight in the face and told him these words: 'I think that Louis Armstrong is the world's greatest, and this is my place, and I defy anybody to take his name down from there.'
I used to be really comfortable with my body until I started hearing from people I didn't even know who have no relevance to me saying, 'You're ugly. You're fat. You're old.' And I thought, 'Hold on - I was doing alright until you piped up.'