Tom CardamoneIf beauty was in the eye of the beholder, he was going to be one hell of a beholder.
About This Quote
The notion that beauty is in the eye of the beholder is a common phrase used to indicate that there is no absolute standard for how someone should look. It is also a humorous way to say that beauty is purely subjective and there is no objective measure by which one can be judged more beautiful than another person. While this phrase does seem to indicate that beauty is purely subjective, it also implies there is some greater universal truth about what is beautiful and what isn’t. For example, if you asked a group of random people on the street whether a particular person was beautiful, they would most likely agree with you.
However, if you asked them why they think that person is beautiful, most of those people would have trouble giving a good reason. They wouldn’t be able to name any one thing about the person that makes her attractive.
Source: Night Sweats
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