Don't seek, don't complain, don't fear
Don't seek to gain anything for yourself that forces you to break your word or lose self-respect; to hate, suspect, or curse another; or to be insincere or to desire something that needs to remain secret.
Look to the people whose main desire is to nurture their minds and their inner spirits. They do not fuss, complain, or crave either solitude or a crowd. And, most important of all, they will live without either striving or avoiding, and will not care whether their lives are long or short.
If death comes for them at this very instant, they will go as easily as if they were doing any other act needing self-respect and calm, being careful of only this through their lives: that their thoughts do not stray into paths incompatible with an intelligent and social being.
Beauty always has an element of strangeness. I do not mean a deliberate cold form of strangeness, for in that case it would be a monstrous thing that had jumped the rails of life. But I do mean that it always contains a certain degree of strangeness, of simple, unintended, unconscious strangeness, and that this form of strangeness is what gives it the right to be called beauty. It is its hallmark, its special characteristic. Reverse the proposition and try to imagine a commonplace beauty! (…) This element of strangeness which constitutes and defines individuality, without which there is no beauty, plays in art (and may the precision of this comparison excuse its triviality) the role of taste or flavouring in cookery; if the individual usefulness or the degree of nutritious value they contain be excepted, viands differ from each other only by the idea they reveal to the tongue.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
Amy Pond, in British fiction television series Doctor Who.
Beauty without expression is boring.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.