It's okay ... I didn't <i>read</i> it. Too many words; much like those $7 Valentine's Day cards Hallmark wants you to buy for D'Wife because you've been a dick all year and figures the more words you put in, the less dick-y you'll seem.<br><br>
They don't help.
In humans: A person whose authenticity, inner joy, and well-being is such in them that it appears externally, too.<br><br>
Definitely not airbrushed or overtly made-up or posed or decorated.<br><br>
Otherwise, yeah, muzicgrl pretty much summed it up in that one word.<br><br>
Designed things can be beautiful too, but that's really a matter of taste.
Every one sees that love is a desire, and we know also that non-lovers desire the beautiful and good. Now in what way is the lover to be distinguished from the non-lover? Let us note that in every one of us there are two guiding and ruling principles which lead us whither they will; one is the natural desire of pleasure, the other is an acquired opinion which aspires after the best; and these two are sometimes in harmony and then again at war, and sometimes the one, sometimes the other conquers. When opinion by the help of reason leads us to the best, the conquering principle is called temperance; but when desire, which is devoid of reason, rules in us and drags us to pleasure, that power of misrule is called excess. Now excess has many names, and many members, and many forms, and any of these forms when very marked gives a name, neither honourable nor creditable, to the bearer of the name. The desire of eating, for example, which gets the better of the higher reason and the other desires, is called gluttony, and he who is possessed by it is called a glutton-I the tyrannical desire of drink, which inclines the possessor of the desire to drink, has a name which is only too obvious, and there can be as little doubt by what name any other appetite of the same family would be called;-it will be the name of that which happens to be eluminant. And now I think that you will perceive the drift of my discourse; but as every spoken word is in a manner plainer than the unspoken, I had better say further that the irrational desire which overcomes the tendency of opinion towards right, and is led away to the enjoyment of beauty, and especially of personal beauty, by the desires which are her own kindred-that supreme desire, I say, which by leading conquers and by the force of passion is reinforced, from this very force, receiving a name, is called love.
At the risk of sounding pollyanna-ish, I find it difficult to equate beauty (solely) with physical attributes. I have <i>known</i> (note the emphasis) few people whom I have not found beautiful in some way. True, there are people whose appearances are not, umm, harmonious, but that isn't the source of beauty.
For me, beautiful is something that can touch my heart.<br><br><br>
As my father was dying I found beauty in how tragic and helpless he was, I was...there was no longer an earthly connection between us, it was only our hearts and souls that could connect...we could do nothing more but exist to each other<br><br>
My father's funeral...a full military honors funeral, I found beautiful in that a simple man was honored as much as any president.<br><br>
I have found beauty in a word<br><br>
I have found beauty in a picture of a sand storm that made the world look like mars.<br><br>
I have found beauty in suffering<br><br>
I have found beauty in many things both wonderful and horrible because they touched my heart.