Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, That’s number one. What someone thinks as beautiful might not be to someone else.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

Well, beauty’s in the eye of the beholder... It’s all subjective. I’m kind of shy about it, but I’ll take it.

Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

"People often say that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where other have not dared to look including inside ourselves."

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder but some still look ridiculous.

We have often heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is usually taken to mean that the sense of beauty is utterly subjective; there is no accounting for taste because each person's taste is different. The statement has another, more subtle meaning: if our style of looking become beautiful, then beauty will become visible and shine forth for us. We will be surprised to discover beauty in unexpected places where the ungraceful eye would never linger. The graced eye can glimpse beauty anywhere, for beauty does not reserve itself for special elite moments or instances; it does not wait for perfection but is present already secretly in everything. When we beautify our gaze, the grace of hidden beauty becomes our joy and our sanctuary.

"But if "beauty" is in the eye of the beholder, so is "obscenity.

"You decide what beautiful means to you. We don’t all need to look the same. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you decide what’s beautiful in the world. Not the other way around.”

that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that ugly is as ugly does. Both are lies. Ugly is everything done to you in the name of beauty. Knowing the difference is part of getting free.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which is a pity because this week the National Association of Beholders wrote to tell me that I've got a face like a rucksack full of dented bells.

Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?