Quotes About Appearance

Do we throw off the false 'cloak' at a party, or do we merely put on an untruthful yellow dress?

He cut himself off and looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. "I just met her," he muttered to himself. "I'll no' say that ." "Cut the crap," Megan said. "Zachary Moore, this is Aura Salvatore, and yes, she's into science even though she's pretty. Shocker. Get over it." She turned to me. "Show him how you can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Bert, whenever you see something bright, shining, perfect-seeming - all gold, with purple spots - look behind the paint! And if it's a lie - show it up for what it really is!

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.

When people are complimented on what they're wearing, they accept as if it was about them. "Nice tie." "Thank you very much!" That's the job of clothes: to get compliments, because it's hard to get them based on human qualities. No matter how nice you are, nobody will say, "Nice person." It's easier to be a bastard and match the colors up.

He hadn't expected anyone so pretty, and it threw him. Tina had the Faye Dunaway thing. Faye before the surgery, when her cheekbones were still as sharp as can openers and she looked like a feral gazelle.

Happiness, to me, was no different than Mom's paprikalaced domino bars: something that looked sweet until you took a bite, and then made you want to vomit.

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

If you have timed the movement correctly, your first commitment will show you a profit at the start. From then on, all that is required of you is to be alert, watching for the appearance of the danger signal to tell you to step aside and convert paper profits into real money.

You're very short, aren't you?" She smirked at Petunia. "And you've got a nose like a stoat," Petunia replied. "But at least I can always have my gowns altered.

She [Pansy] pushed in next to Poppy so that she could see him around the guard's elbow. She was as tall as Poppy, with shining dark-brown hair and blue eyes. An utterly lovely girl, as all the princesses were, yet Oliver thought Petunia was far more beautiful.

The latest wrinkle is on wrinkles. There is a widespread belief that women can't grow old in television news.

Mary was a beautiful woman, with thick, honey-colored hair and a long, intelligent face. She was aging like an American, though: deep lines between her brows and along the sides of her mouth. Too much smiling. Too much emotion on parade. It was a young country. It mistook the theater of expression for honesty. If Mary had lived like a German, she would look ten years younger.

Price of Beauty

Shit is fucked up when it comes to appearances and women. We're expected to be hot - but if we are, we're vain and stupid. And if we're not hot we're useless. Kind of hard to get around. But we're not stupid. We know that we're doing damage to ourselves - not only to our bodies but also to our mental well-being. And it's not worth it.

I don't hurt other people intentionally. I'm not a bad person. I have a decent job. So I like to put on high heels and a little dress. Does that make me a monster? -Edgar Saturnino, 24 (Lamentations 5:23)

Do you know how one knows a cavalier when one sees him? He always behaves decently when he is drunk.

You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal - no one will see it. But when a button is missing - everyone sees that.

I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in these great drainpipes. But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs.

He knew not only WHAT to wear, but HOW to wear it.

He feared that now he appeared naive.

The article called Dodd a "small, dry, nervous, pedantic man Ã¢â'¬Â¦ whose appearance at diplomatic and social functions inevitably called forth yawning boredom.

Hitler looked like a suburban hairdresser on his day off.