Quotes About Appearance

Guard against disappointments, because appearances can deceive. Things that are really as they seem are rare. And a woman is never as she seems. Dandelion, Half a Century of Poetry

You can't see anything sprouted out of my face, can you?" "Only your unkempt nostril hair," said Trista, wearily.

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

Her beauty is a symptom of her disorder, of her soullessness.

as if your essence were hung up in a closet like a dress too good to be worn and you were reduced to going out in only your appearance.

She looks wonderful, but she doesn't look right.

I soldi sono sprecati per i ricchi [...] E per converso - continuò a rimuginare con un sorriso di scherno per quello che la circondava-, la povertà è sprecata per i poveri, che sono come i ricchi, solo senza quattrini, non sanno trarre partito da nulla, sono incapaci di badare a sé o di amministrare i loro soldi e, al pari dei ricchi, sperperano tutto in oggetti inutili di pura apparenza.

Un orrore morale tale da pervadere visibilmente i lineamenti! Non si era mai visto nulla di simile. Eravamo piuttosto sorprese, e ci sentimmo persino scorrette, come se noi vivessimo in un crepuscolo etico, in un pidocchioso mondo di compromessi, menzogne, giochi di prestigio applicati ai sentimenti. E così era, credo. La chiamavamo "Vita".

Everyone always looked at the cover and never took the time to read the book.

Mrs. Brandon herself, in one of her moods of devastating truthfulness, had explained her own appearance as the result of a long and happy widowhood, and as, after a little sincere grief at the loss of a husband to whom she had become quite accustomed, she had had nothing of consequence to trouble her, it is probable that she was right.

I touch up my roots at home every 2 weeks so my blonde roots don't show.

Not many people know this about me but I'm a natural blonde. My hair went from light blonde naturally to a darker kind of blonde. My mother dyed my hair dark when I was a child as I loved the look then. So I'm basically a natural blonde.

Petroc Trelawney looked as pleased as a pebble can look, which was pretty much the same as he had looked before.

Smile pretty, and watch your back

Women, after pursuit on his part, had found him disappointing in a way he had never fully understood. His appearance, he supposed, was misleading: he was tall, and to all intents and purposes agreeable to look at, but his longing — for home, for love, for consolation — let him down.

She always believed in the old adage, "Leave them while you're looking good."

It isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.

Were the average man suddenly called upon to assemble all the women in his town who looked like Mary Pickford, he might find himself at a loss as to how to commence. In fact, he might even doubt that there were sufficient persons answering this description to warrant such a campaign.

Just because it fits doesn't mean it looks good.

The fair one was the prettier, round and soft, but Magnus noticed the dark one first; her black hair was streaked with luminescent blue.

She was big. No beauty. Bad skin and bad clothes, but lovely eyes. Brown like conkers.

occurred to her suddenly that Rachael looked very like an otter herself, with her chunky front teeth, the brown hair which would turn grey when she was still young

Typical of this place. All show and no substance. And just like these people, who were acting their hearts out in an attempt to persuade her that they were sophisticated, intelligent and entirely blameless in the matter of Tony Ferdinand's death.

She was a regular customer at the deli and you couldn't miss her. It was her size and those awful clothes, as if she didn't give a shit what she looked like, or what people thought of her.