Quotes About Appearance

He had the complexion, lightly webbed, of outdoor living and indoor drinking, and was a high, handsome man who might have been cruel.

I have a beard,' Dr. Montague said, pleased, and looked around at them with a happy beam. 'My wife,' he told them, 'likes a man to wear a beard. Many women, on the other hand, find a beard distasteful. A clean-shaven man - you'll excuse me, my boy - never looks fully dressed, my wife tells me.' He held out his glass to Luke.

You're lucky you won't ever be pretty. Harriet knew already that this would keep her heartsick for months, perhaps the rest of her life, and she said thickly, I'm losing weight right now. It isn't that you're so fat, Miss Tyler said critically. You just don't have the air of a pretty woman. All your life, for instance, you'll walk like you're fat, whether you are or not.

Now, she thought; I may go mad, but at least I look like a lady.

She forced herself to sit up primly on the edge of the marble bench, repressing firmly the nausea she felt at its warm pressure, and she smoothed the black linen of her dress across her lap, and tucked in her hair, which had somehow come loose, and crossed her ankles decently, and took her black-edged handkerchief from her bosom and dried her eyes and wiped away the dampness and grime from her face. Now, she thought; I may go mad, but at least I look like a lady.

Um homem sem barba - desculpe, meu caro rapaz - nunca parece bem vestido, é o que minha esposa diz.

There's no denying, for instance, that my clever Julia is a fool and my lovely Arabella is a—    Flirt, Mrs. Halloran said.    Well, I was going to say tart, but it's your house, after all.

By the time I got home, the hat had flopped over my ears. It was a bit too big, I felt. "It's no tragedy. So long as it isn't too tight," said Mama, pulling the hat over my nose. "Just don't keep taking it off and putting it on. Don't touch it. Wear it well.

Like the saying goes: the dead look the way they eat! And you ought to see that woman's husband

They're a lovely couple—she doesn't mind his not being too bright and he doesn't mind her not looking so good. But beauty makes nothing good, my mother says. It's goodness that makes everything beautiful.

The demands of Sex Privatization contradict the demands of the Beauty Ideal, causing the severe feminine neurosis about personal appearance.

She had found that men who were outstandingly handsome were either monumentally stupid or unbearably dull.

A man's shoes said something about his character. Jennifer looked for jurors who wore comfortable shoes, because they were inclined to be easy-going.

She used a lot of makeup—thick, dark eyeliner, false eyelashes, colored eye shadow and bright lipstick. It was as though she were trying to hide her beauty.

Vocês policiais são como ônibus. Nunca estão lá quando precisamos, e então, de repente, todos aparecem de uma só vez.

Luke's eyes were wild. He was a little taller than me, but not quite as heavy. A lot of girls liked him because he was good looking with dark wavy hair. Not many guys liked him because all he cared about was himself.

The more perfect a person is on the outside, the more demons they have on the inside.

Ben her ÅŸeyden önce bedenseldir, sadece yüzeyden oluÅŸan bir varl?k deÄŸil ayn? zamanda bir yüzeyin yans?mas?d?r." Sigmund Freud, 'Ben ve O', sayfa 50

Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to be

He had that look of country music singers who never become stars nowadays, but always used to: square-jawed, handsome, but with too much worry on his face, too much living through the hard times. These days those men were the songwriters but not the singers.

I checked my make-up in the mirror. I don't wear a lot, but if you're dealing with people all day, you've got to look presentable.

You can tell nothing from a man's appearance, nothing except the depths of your own prejudice.

Glamour could be defined as the lie you tell so well you believe it yourself, and make others believe it too.

The feminine body is expected to be flesh, but discreetly so;