Quotes About Appearance

Hey, man, I like to look good; I wear make-up.

One day Dad was driving in to New York to appear on a telethon. I hid in the back seat until he had gone too far to turn back. I pleaded with him to let me appear on the telethon with him. He finally agreed. Richard Rodgers happened to be watching the telecast, and he called Dad afterwards with the offer of a job for me.

A picture can hide as much as it reveals.

A woman who hides behind a mask of makeup is still going to have to take it off at some point... and deal with reality.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

I have never wanted to hide my freckles. I just didn't like the way I looked without them; it didn't look like me.

As you get older and fatter, good clothes can hide a lot.

I am happier with my face since I started wearing glasses at 27, because they punctuate it. They also hide one of my biggest defects, my baggy eyes.

I am not the kind to hide the fact that I have used artificial means to hide or correct my features.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.

We will not have humanoid androids. It's interesting: when you start trying to make robots look more human, you end up making them look more grotesque. It takes very little to go from super-attractive robot to hideous robot.

Literally every time I'm on camera, as well as there being commentary on what I've said, there'll be commentary on what my hair looked like, what I wear. Often it's written in the most hideous and quite cruel way.

In America, everyone's always hiding their age.

I feel like a lot of people liked to book me blonde, and I liked being blonde, but it's too high maintenance for me!

At the start of high school, I looked like a girl... to a very major degree. I had really long hair and a really round face with no facial hair. And I went to a very rough high school.

Everybody just told me from the day I went into high school that I looked like Carol Burnett.

Always highlight the eyes with kajal. Brush your hair neatly and never step out of home without a touch of lipstick.

The funny thing is, I was never purposely blonde. I just got highlights, and then you get highlights over highlights, and then it looks like you're blonde.

I'm not high maintenance, and I'm not into a highly manicured man. I don't want to see a lot of hair product.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

How old are you? Ten, answered Tangle. You don't look like it, said the lady. How old are you, please? returned Tangle. Thousands of years old, answered the lady. You don't look like it, said Tangle. Don't I? I think I do. Don't you see how beautiful I am!

If the Lord were to appear this day in England as once in Palestine, He would not come in the halo of the painters or with that wintry shine of effeminate beauty, of sweet weakness, in which it is their helpless custom to represent Him.

How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and her face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulchre, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful.

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality?