Woolf

"But beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty – it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life – froze it. One forgot the little agitations; the flush, the pallor, some queer distortion, some light or shadow, which made the face unrecognizable for a moment and yet added a quality one saw for ever after. It was simpler to smooth all that out under the cover of beauty."

– Virginia Woolf

Beauty freezes life, masking the face by denying it variety and motion.