#ugliness

It's taken me a long time to become the person I am, for all the ugliness to fall away. The rotten flesh is gone, and the seed is there. I can touch that now. ↗

— Lynn Johnston

#away #become #fall #flesh #gone

That was' one time when my technique absolutely deserted me, I must admit. There was a wax face that he had created himself to cover his own ugliness. I was in his clutches and I had to hit him in the face. ↗

— Fay Wray

#admit #clutches #cover #created #deserted

This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point. ↗

— Lucy Grealy

#life #pain #singularity #ugliness #ugly

They call me corrupt, frivolous. I am not at all privileged. Maybe the only privileged thing is my face. And corrupt? God! I would not look like this if I am corrupt. Some ugliness would settle down on my system. ↗

— Imelda Marcos

#call #corrupt #down #face #frivolous

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside? ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#celebrity-culture #celebrity-gossip #celebutard #dark-humor #fake

I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they're like little flowers. I've always said that if you have a name for something, like 'cut' or 'bruise,' people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and you don't know what it is, it can be very beautiful. ↗

— David Lynch

#ugliness #beauty

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#good-and-evil #humanity #infectious-diseases #summary #ugliness

As beautiful as her voice sounded, working its way along the melodies I knew by heart, I knew there was a potential ugliness underneath it. ↗

— Unkown

#beauty

Ah, God, what an ugly city Ilium is! 'Ah, God,' says Bokonon, 'what an ugly city every city is!' Sleet was falling through a motionless blanket of smog. It was early morning. I was riding in the Lincoln sedan of Dr. Asa Breed. I was vaguely ill, still a little drunk from the night before. Dr. Breed was driving. Tracks of a long-abandoned trolley system kept catching the wheels of his car. Breed was a pink old man, very prosperous, beautifully dressed. His manner was civilized, optimistic, capable. I, by contrast, felt bristly, diseased, cynical. I had spent the night with Sandra. My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#beauty

Isn’t that the way God works? She’d thought. He takes the things in our lives that are ugly, disgusting, and downright wicked, and transforms them into something magnificent. ↗

— J.E.B. Spredemann

#god #grace #mercy #transformation #ugliness