Quotes About Appearance

The certainty of incoherence in reading, the inevitable crumbling of the soundest constructions, is the deep truth of books. Since appearance constitutes a limit, what truly exists is a dissolution into common opacity rather than a development of lucid thinking. The apparent unchangingness of books is deceptive: each book is also the sum of the misunderstandings it occasions.

Observing her, I saw that she was made up, that she was in an evening gown, that mourning indecently emphasized her beauty.

Aveva comunque il fascino di certi tisici: lineamenti delicati, pelle trasparente, labbra sensuali e insieme beffarde.

Are you well? You look a trifle peaked." "If I do, it is because black doesn't become me. I mean to lighten my mourning, and have ordered a charming gray gown." "You are mistaken." "What, in going into half-mourning?" "No, in thinking black does not become you.

I shan't ask you how you do, ma'am: to enquire after a lady's health implies that she is not in her best looks. Besides, I can see that you are in high bloom.

Oh, Auntie, please take Jenny to the Dering ball next week! she said impulsively. You will come, won't you, sweet? Jennifer blushed and stammered. To be sure, nodded her ladyship. Of course she will come! James, sit down! You should know by now the sight of anyone on their feet fatigues me, silly boy! Dear me, child, how like you are to your brother! Are you looking at my wig? Monstrous, isn't it?

Yes, darling, that is quite a nice frock, but the hankerchief is not only the wrong shade of grey, but quite damnably tied. Let me show you, my sweet.

Mrs Hendred was a very pretty woman of great good-nature and much less than commonsense.

I didn't make my face, so why shouldn't I say it's beautiful? Everyone else does!

Nothing is so destructive of female charms as contact with fresh air.

she was generally considered to be a pretty woman; and, since she was as good-natured as she was foolish, she was almost universally liked.

She wasn't as foolish as her sister, but she had more hair than wit

Later, when she appeared before him in the sea-green gauze, he stared at her in great surprise, and said: By Jove, he had never thought she could look so well! Encouraged by this tribute, Hero showed him a cloak of green sarsnet trimmed with swansdown, which she had purchased that morning, and upon his expressing his unqualified approval of this garment, confided, a little nervously, that she feared he might, when he came to see the bill, think it a trifle dear.

Would you believe it? – the instant she clapped eyes on me, she said that she saw I had taken to dyeing my hair! I was never more shocked, for it is quite untrue! It is not dyeing one's hair merely to restore its colour when it begins to fade a little! I denied it, of course, but all she did was to give the horridest laugh, which made me feel ready to sink, as you may suppose!

She could scarcely help admiring his appearance, but she had not fallen in love with his face, or his figure, and certainly not with his air of elegance. He had considerable charm of manner, but she decided that it was not that either. She thought it might be the humour that lurked in his eyes, or perhaps his smile.

They say -- everyone says I'm beautiful !' He managed to preserve his countenance, but his lips twitched slightly. 'Yes, of course,' he replied. 'It's well known that all heiresses are beautiful !

He wore very tight Inexpressibles, and very high and rigidly starched shirt-points, which made it hard for him to turn his head; and when he bowed a slight creaking betrayed that a swelling paunch was confined by stays.

There was nothing romantic about Miss Charing's appearance, but her entrance would not have shamed a Siddons. You, she uttered in accents of loathing. I might have known it!

She made the rather horrifying discovery that the slim fingers of a lady could curl into claws, and quickly straightened them.

As usual, he was richly, if somewhat negligently dressed. Miss Challoner, incurably neat, wondered that a carelessly tied cravat and unpowdered hair could so well become a man. Not a doubt but that the Marquis had an air.

the pièce de résistance for most of his guests was the appearance of La Catalani. His lordship described her as being as sharp as a Jew, and Colonel Fremantle had certainly found her so.

She bent again over her page. 'I do not think one would say that he is precisely handsome,' she wrote temperately, 'but his countenance is benevolent. His head is a queer shape, and he is inclined to corpulence.

Mrs Tallant crushed these budding hopes. 'Full dress, to be sure, my dear: satin, I daresay. Feathers, of course. I do not know if hoops are still worn at Court. Lady Bridlington is to make your sister a present of the dress, and I know I may depend upon her to choose just what is right. Come, my dears! If we are to call upon your uncle on our way home it is high time we were off!

A man whose raiment attracted attention, had said Mr Brummell, was not a well-dressed man.