Quotes About Appearance

He was not as she remembered. His features were the same, but his face was hard. Blue ice made his eyes. The bloody rips in his coat and breeches, the blood on his face, seemed to suit that face.

The young man who stood there was the handsomest mad Rand had ever seen, almost too handsome for masculinity.

How people see you first is what they hold hardest in their minds. It is the way of the world.

He's a little plump for my taste, but I always say a man can't be too fat if enough gold comes with it.

It often seemed strange that evil had left no outward mark.

Babi tetaplah babi walaupun dicat emas Rand al'Thor

She was young—no older than he was, perhaps—and tall for a woman, with black hair to her shoulders. A nose that just missed being too large and too bold, a generous mouth, high cheekbones, and dark, slightly tilted eyes. He could not quite decide whether she was beautiful or not. As soon as he looked down, she turned to address one of the serving women and did not glance at the stairs again, but he was sure he had been right. She had been staring at him.

You are well muscled for such a short man, Matrim Cauthon.

The man should have grown a beard to hide that narrow jaw. It made his head look like a forester's splitting wedge.

The bones and flesh and legal statistics are the garments worn by the personality, not the other way around.

To all appearances he was just drifting. In actuality he was just drifting.

A classical understanding sees the world primarily as underlying form itself. A romantic understanding sees it primarily in terms of immediate appearance.

It's the clothes that make them think you're not really there.

To all appearances he was just drifting. In actuality he was just drifting. Drifting is what one does when looking at lateral truth.

a ghost which calls itself rationality but whose appearance is that of incoherence and meaninglessness, which causes the most normal of everyday acts to seem slightly mad because of their irrelevance to anything else.

If you dress or look in ways that scream "jerk", "douchebag" or "terrorist", don't expect to enjoy meaningful social interactions on a regular basis, buddy! Now

Unless you've been living under a rock, you should know that material things lie. Supercars lie, houses lie, shiny stuff lie. Men lie, women lie. But remember this: it is IMPOSSIBLE for the eyes to lie.

And since the possession of qualities presupposes that one takes a certain pleasure in their reality, all this gives us a glimpse of how it may all of a sudden happen to someone who cannot summon up any sense of reality — even in relation to himself — that one day he appears to himself as a man without qualities.

There is, in short, no great idea that stupidity could not put to its own uses; it can move in all directions, and put on all the guises of truth. The truth, by comparison, has only one appearance and only one path, and is always at a disadvantage.

Städte lassen sich an ihrem Gang erkennen wie Menschen.

a face more suited for making book than selling books.

I don't care about anybody being handsome, she said, but I never did go for anybody that reminded me of a box of spilled spaghetti. All elbows and dry rattle.

She kept her looks very well and continued, in a rather severe way, to pay attention to her dress. There were moments now when her laugh sounded a little hollow and brittle, the laughter of nerves not of mirth or good spirits. Occasionally in a conversation she seemed to lose track and fall into a self-absorption, to start up overwhelmed by embarrassment and unspoken remorse.... She was pushing thirty-five. But she could still be good company.

Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It whispers.