When I was a kid, I thought I was. Can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don't matter. So, I'm eight... and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine. And I keep yelling at her.: ''You can't be ugly! Be pretty!'' It's weird. Like if I can transform her, I would magically change too.
Eugenia 'Skeeter' Phelan: The boys say I'm ugly. Mama was the third runner-up in the Miss South Carolina pageant...
Constantine Jefferson: Now you quit feeling sorry for yourself. Now that's ugly. Ugly is something that grows up from inside you. It's mean and hurtful, like them boys. Now you not one of them, is you?
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Morgenstern ach scheine
auf das Antlitz mein,
Wirf ein warmes Licht
Auf mein Ungesicht,
Sag mir ich bin nicht alleine.
Ugly live upon the inside. Ugly be a hurtful mean person... Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision... You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?... With Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
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He looked round the canteen again.
Nearly everyone was ugly, and would still have been ugly even if dressed otherwise...
Now the questions that come to mind: "Where is this place and when is it?" "What kind of world is this where ugliness is the norm and beauty the deviation from that norm?" You want an answer? The answer is it doesn't make any difference, because the old saying happens to be true. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In this year or a hundred years hence. On this planet or wherever there is intelligent life. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
It's pretty bad, isn't it? I know it's pretty bad. Ever since I can remember... ever since I was a little girl...people have turned away from me. The very first thing I can remember is a little child screaming when she looked at me. I never wanted to be beautiful. I never wanted to look like a painting. I never even wanted to be loved. I just wanted... I just wanted people not to scream when they looked at me.
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Arthur crippled his wife's alleged lover.
Enchantress, what a sight you are, after all these freaks.
Take a step outside yourself,
And turn around,
Take a look at who you are,
It's pretty scary,
So silly,
Revolting,
You're not much,
You can't do anything.
You all have the same sunken look on your faces. You were all so ugly before. You shouldn’t let them sink any lower.