Quotes About Appearance

You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.

I judge people on how they smell, not how they look.

Sometimes," Jameson Hawthorne said, sounding strangely contemplative, "things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

Tess," I said. For a moment, Emilia and I studied each other. She was tall, with strawberry-blond hair and eyes that walked the line between green and blue. She wore almost no makeup, except for a light gloss on her lips. "So you're Ivy Kendrick's sister," she said finally. "I thought you'd be taller." "I'll get right to work on that." Emilia cracked a very small smile.

Avery, did the ever-delightful Thea Calligaris happen to mention that her uncle is married to my aunt?" Zara's last name was Hawthorne-Calligaris. "I hear Zara and your uncle are looking for ways to challenge the will." Xander gave every appearance of talking to Thea, but I got the distinct feeling that he was really issuing a warning to me. Don't trust Thea.

I knew better than to put any confidence in the assurances of good-looking guys.

Don't judge. I'd missed most of my old English teacher's lecture on proverbs, but there was only one I could think of that started with those two words. Does "Don't judge a book by its cover" mean anything to you? I asked Jameson. His reply was immediate. Very good, Heiress. Then, a moment later: It sure as hell does.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

Besides, I kind of like my face intact like this, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, a full set of teeth, which, if I'm being honest, is one of my better features.

She said, Coming across the yard you had your hat off, but as you reached the door you put it on. I guess I did, didn't I? You were being...I want to say official, and your hat's like a badge of office. You like to set it forward a little, close over your eyes. I've had that hat eight years, Raylan said. I never thought I wore it any special way, I just put it on my head.

She was beginning to look older to him. The view was the same. It didn't change.

The vision that had emerged from the invisible was returning to the invisible. It was no more an appearance that was fading away, having created an illusion. All is but a dream. And, at the peak of happiness, Angélique had vanished, in the faint breath of a kiss.

I know nothing sadder than a hunchback in love or an ugly woman full of romantic ideals.

Paris, pareil à un pan de ciel étoilé tombé sur un coin de la terre noire, lui apparut sévère et comme fâché de son retour.

She had not taken her hat off, and she wore a dark dress of an indecisive color midway between puce and goose dripping.

She had the parchment skin and changeless features peculiar to old maids whom no one ever knew in their younger years.

Un buen corazón te ayudará a tener una cara hermosa

mesmo que eu o derrubasse vinte vezes, isso não o tornaria menos bonito, nem a mim menos feio. (...) - Um bom coração ajuda a ter um belo rosto, meu rapaz, mesmo que a pessoa seja monstruosa. Sabias que um coração empedernido é capaz de tornar a pessoa mais bonita num verdadeiro monstro.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes-- Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet, hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

Why do you love him, Miss Cathy? - Nonsense, I do - that's sufficient. - By no means; you must say why? - Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with. - Bad. - And because he's young & cheerful. - Bad, still. - And because he loves me. - Indifferent, coming there. And he will be rich and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband. - Worst of all.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad,' I continued, 'if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

She may be beautiful, but she's certainly no angel.