The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—-it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but a passing shadow of a cloud.
—~Life of Pi
Everything in any way beautiful has its beauty of itself, inherent and self-sufficient: praise is not part of it. At any rate, praise does not make anything better or worse. This applies even to the popular conception of beauty, as in material things or works or art. So does the truly beautiful need anything beyond itself? No more than law, no more than truth, no more than kindness or integrity. Which of these things derives its beauty from praise, or withers under criticism? Does an emerald lose its value if it is not praised? And what of gold, ivory, purple, a lyre, a dagger, a flower, a bush?
—An amazing quote on the perception of beauty and self-image. And said by who? Marcus Aurelius….yeah…this dude lived like 2,000 years ago. Freaking beautiful.