Quotes About Appearance

The chain round my neck gleamed in the daylight too. It looked more like gold this morning, but if I stirred it with a finger it had a queer iridescent quality not at all like real gold, not that I had much acquaintance with the stuff. I had always favored plastic and rhinestones.

He was not tall and handsome and flashing-eyed like his older brother, but there was kindness and grace in him, and intelligence in his unremarkable brown eyes.

What if the wrong person showed up first and said you were expecting them?' I said. 'I told them middling tall, skinny, weird-looking hair because it will have just been let out of being tied up in a scarf for working in a restaurant and you never comb it, wearing a fierce look,' said Pat. 'I was pretty safe.' 'Fierce?' I said. I also thought, Skinny?, but I have my pride. The part about my hair is true.

The world was so much more forgiving of strength when it took on the appearance of weakness.

Last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it.

When I was born I was so ugly the doctor slapped my mother.

I found there was only one way to look thin: hang out with fat people.

Gene Siskel used to describe old-age makeup as making young actors look like turtles.

She had very lovely hair. Blue eyes, too, and tons of vanity to keep everything in her favorite perspective. At times she seemed to behave quite stupidly, but then at other times I have wondered.

Haunted by the unhappiness that appeared like an ugly creature to live in their home

It is not true that the more you love, the better you understand; all that the action of love obtains from me is merely this wisdom: that the other is not to be known; his opacity is not the screen around a secret, but. instead, a kind of evidence in which the game of reality and appearance' is done away with. I am then seized with that exaltation of loving someone unknown, someone who will re- main so forever: a mystic impulse: I know what I do not know.

Each photograph is read as the private appearance of its referent: the age of Photography corresponds precisely to the explosion of the private into the public, or rather into the creation of a new social value, which is the publicity of the private: the private is consumes as such, publicly.

A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.

T]he more technology develops the diffusion of information (and notably of images), the more it provides the means of masking the constructed meaning under the appearance of the given meaning.

Washington's hair was reddish brown, and contrary to a common belief, he never wore a wig. The illusion that he did so derived from the powder that he sprinkled on his hair with a puffball in later life.

Before Rockefeller's hair fell out, people noted the contrast between him and his often sickly wife.

Then, overnight, the alopecia seemed to equalize their ages.

From later descriptions, however, we know that [Alexander Hamilton] stood about five foot seven and had a fair complexion, auburn hair, rosy cheeks, and a wide, well-carved mouth. His nose, with its flaring nostrils and irregular line, was especially strong and striking, his jaw chiseled and combative. Slim and elegant, with thin shoulders and shapely legs, he walked with a buoyant lightness, and his observant, flashing eyes darted about with amusement.

Do you see anything Wrong with my teeth? Plenty, I'm surprised you can eat. Maybe that's why your're so little

How much do you work out? I don't, he said. It's genetic. Which it was. Puberty had brought him many things unbidden, including height and weight and an extreme mesomorph physique, with a six-pack like a cobbled city street, and a chest like a suit of NFL armor, and biceps like basketballs, and subcutaneous fat like a Kleenex tissue. He had never messed with any of it. No diets. No weights. No gym time. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, was his attitude.

Both were military. That was clear.Reacher could tell by their haircuts. No civilian barber would be as pragmatic or as brutal.

I checked my appearance, to make sure I was fit for public consumption.

Casey Nice said, "Jesus Christ." "I don't think so," I said. "No beard. No sandals.

They went in, and the guy behind the counter looked up. He was about forty, tall and well built, not fat but certainly fleshed out, with a full head of hair, and a guileless face.