“You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty”

“The ugliness at the heart of beauty. Is there always ugliness, do you suppose? Even when the object is very, very beautiful?”

“Beautiful, beautiful girl I can see the sadness you hold in your eyesBeautiful, beautiful girl I see all of the pain you bury insideBeautiful, beautiful girl How much I long to make you smileMake you happy for awhileBring back the back the light to your lifeBeautiful, beautiful girlHave you let me love you for awhileBeautiful, beautiful girl”

“Why do you haggle your beauty?” I asked. “Why don’t you just live withit?” “Because people think it’s all I have. Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. Youdon’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you you know it’s forsomething else.”

“I have been mocked by beauty, too. But it was the beauty which cost me nothing that in the end turned upon me.”

“That is the kind of beauty I was trying to get you to see,” Orolo told me. “Nothing is more important than that you see and love the beauty that is right in front of you, or else you will have no defense against the ugliness that will hem you in and come at you in so many ways.”