Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
All things are perceived in the light of charity, and hence under the aspect of beauty for beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.
The beauty of a face is not a separate quality but a relation or proportion of qualities to each other.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.