I don't want to be perfect, but I do want to be a role model. My mom always tells me that imperfections equal beauty. All of us are imperfect.

The beauty of a cuckoo is in its notes, that of a woman in her unalloyed devotion to her husband, that of an ugly person in his scholarship, and that of an ascetic in his forgiveness.

I know where beauty lives, I've seen it once, I know the warmth she gives.

We all have our imperfections. But I'm human, and you know, it's important to concentrate on other qualities besides outer beauty.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.