“your eyes... they're beautiful.you're beautiful."*sigh*”

“My god, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”

“Why does everyone worship them? I mean, they're beautiful but..." I shrugged. "Lots of people in this world are beautiful.""They're popular because they're cheerleaders," he said.I rolled my eyes. "What is it with this town and cheerleaders?”

“Simon sighed. "People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but It's the way you live your life that matters.”

“There is beautiful you are.""No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob."Yes," said Owen."No," said Marged, not so certain."Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes.""Dove's eyes are small." Marged said."Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.”

“No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes”