Quotes About Appearance

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I never really considered myself attractive. I was always kind of gangly in school.

Reality isn't the way you wish things to be, nor the way they appear to be, but the way they actually are. Either you acknowledge reality and use it to your benefit, or it will automatically work against you.

Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.

His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,And there was a hole where his tail came through.

How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.

How little do they see what really is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.

Are you too destitute to buy shoes Miss Winters?" "What makes you ask?" "I know the Indians are accustomed to wearing such footgear, but I've never seen respectable white women do so. They prefer shoes. From the rear I might have taken you for a squaw." "Nobody asked you to look at my rear.

It's a universal phenomenon--if you appear desirable, more members of the opposite sex will desire you. The appearance of popularity automatically raises your popularity. It's not a bad evolutionary system--if you see a potential mate being pursued by members of the opposite sex, it pays to check it out.

Really, old chap," he said, "I don't mean to run down a man you like, but for the life of me I can't see what the deuce you find in common with Mr. Wilde. He's not well bred, to put it generously; he is hideously deformed; his head is the head of a criminally insane person. You know yourself he's been in an asylum—

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

As metáfora são a maneira de nos perdermos nas aparências ou de ficarmos imóveis no mar das aparências. Nesse sentido, uma metáfora é como um salva-vidas. E não se deve esquecer que há salva-vidas que boiam e salva-vidas que vão direto para o fundo. É bom nunca esquecer isso.

Cuando la vi me costó reconocerla. Había engordado y su rostro, pese al maquillaje, exhibía el estrago más que del tiempo de las frustraciones, cosa que me sorprendió pues yo en el fondo nunca creí que Clara aspirara a nada.

como dos personas normales o como dos personas que fingen ser normales y a fuerza de fingirlo de alguna manera lo son o llegan a serlo

aunque yo sabía perfectamente que esa disposición era falsa, tan falsa como la mía, una disposición de apariencia alegre que escondía una sensación de vacío, de tristeza y desconsuelo ante nuestra propia reacción frente al vacío.

La actitud de ellos me molestaba. Era básicamente cómo si me menospreciaran por mi aspecto físico. Era como si pensaran: A esta chava no le puede gustar este pobre desgraciado sin dientes. Cómo si los dientes tuvieran algo que ver con el amor.

Photographs of the event show the grim-faced German officers creaking their way across the windy heath in their long leather overcoats, escorted by mild-looking British counterparts who seem like bank managers in uniform.

In politics, appearance matters more than truth.

Oh, and you accuse me of flattery! Here I waddle about like a fat old duck and you try to tell me I'm lovely.

Amber emerged from behind the screen. But it was not Amber who stood before her. Instead, it was a smudge-faced slave girl. A tattoo sprawled across one wind-reddened cheek. A crusty sore encompassed half her upper lip and her left nostril. Her dirty hair was pulling free from a scruffy braid. Her shirt was rough cotton and her bare feet peeked out from under her patched skirts. A dirty bandage bound one of her ankles. Rough canvas work gloves had replaced the lacy ones Amber habitually wore.

The care he always took with his own appearance and behavior. "Just because you cannot see a woman does not mean she does not see you." Oh, Burrich. The extra time he still took, grooming a horse that she seldom rode anymore.

You said I looked like a wild man." "You do." She grinned at him. "I'm used to it now." "What

You had to see Catherine six years ago, when they first met. A little too thin, hollow-eyed, in a threadbare dress. She was not only beautiful, she was tragic , a regular damsel in distress. She told Jimmy he was the only chance at happiness she'd ever had, and Jimmy ate it up, hook, line and sinker. In a matter of months they were engaged, then married. Catherine Gagnon came, she saw, and she conquered.

He has dark eyes, thick eyebrows, and battered features. His nose has definitely been broken, probably a couple of times, and he's missing a piece of his ear, as if someone took a bite out of it. There's a story there, no doubt. I like that about his face. That it's a road map of been there, done that. It's interesting.