Quotes About Appearance

All these people keep waxing sentimental about how fabulously well I am doing as a mother, how competent I am, but I feel inside like when you're first learning to put nail polish on your right hand with your left. You can do it, but it doesn't look all that great around the cuticles.

The neck is where it all shows. Like the thighs of the head.

Siempre he dicho que no se puede saber qué maldades se ocultan tras el rostro cordial con que se presenta la mayoría de la gente. Algunos con aspecto de santos son verdaderos diablos.

And Charlotte, she knew, would be no rival, because Charlotte always spoilt any visual effect she might have made as soon as she opened her mouth! Why did Charlotte always have to say what she thought, instead of what she certainly had enough wit to know people wished?

An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

And a sad realization drifted through my head, something to do with how young she was, how good she looked in any light, how light didn't make the slightest difference with her. And how old I was, and how all young people, even plain young people, had begun to look beautiful to me.

My hands were…my strange white, slender, glittering hands.

People played with fact and fancy. Waitresses wrote novels at night that would make them famous. Laborers fell in love with naked movie queens in rented cassette films. The rich wore paper jewelry, and the poor bought tiny diamonds. And princesses sallied forth onto the Champs Elysées in carefully faded rags.

Be it further understood that all mortals who would receive the Dark Gifts should be beautiful in person so that the insult to God might be greater when the Dark Trick is done. Three

She would have been gorgeous if someone had thrown her into a waterfall and held her there for half an hour

Does anybody look better in rags than me?

I saw him when he came through the front doors.

Rhosh, remember the being's skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one's skin, and the being's hair. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very same golden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.

You think I'm a doll, don't you? You think I'm cute and made of poured wax and you'll stay as long as I stay.

I studied myself, and he released me, shaking my hair with his right hand. The casual gesture of affection coupled with his dazzling appearance-the vibrant eyes, the exquisitely proportional features-entranced me even as the trance endured by Goblin slowly wore away.

His skin was a pale golden that offset his violet blue eyes wonderfully, and his hair was a true mane of yellow, tousled and curling just above his shoulders. His colored glasses almost the same violet tint as his eyes, were pushed up into his hair, and h was staring at me, golden eyebrows scowled slightly, waiting perhaps for me to regain my senses; I honestly didn't know.

What engraved itself into my consciousness was his face-square and taut, the eyes very big and the well-shaped mouth voluptuous, and the jaw somewhat hard, the whole more truly well proportioned and appealing than he could ever have claimed.

How could anyone ever trust Cary Grant, I wondered—a man who looked as though he were made entirely of wood?

Her hair was pulled back to a bun on the back of her head. She was so beautiful she didn't need any makeup, but she had put some dark-violet eye shadow on her eyelashes and a dark color, like violet, too, I think on her lips. I knew that dark violet meant trouble.

His face flushed for an instant. It lost the preternatural whiteness and he seemed a young man of twenty-four-with sharply defined and beautiful features and gaunt well-modeled cheeks.

Stillness was dangerous for us when we were among mortals, Marius had taught me, for in stillness we appear flawless and unearthly and finally even faintly terrible to mortals, who sense that we are not what we seem.

I like gloves," said Marius. "I'm never without them. Our hands frighten mortals when they take the time to look. And gloves feel warm which we never do.

He appeared to be listening, but he said nothing. His youthful face was deceiving, but his violet eyes were truly wonderful.

Qué tendría que haber hecho Cristo para que lo siguiera como Mateo o Pedro? Vestirse bien, para empezar. Y tener una cabeza lujuriosa de abundante cabello rubio.