Quotes About Appearance

When you're getting old, obviously you try to put on the best cream, you have massages, you try to stay beautiful, but I think wrinkles can sometimes be more beautiful than having none.

I don't want my wrinkles taken away - I don't want to look like everyone else.

I'm not into wrinkles.

When I get older, I don't think I'll like to have wrinkles, or a big jelly belly. I cannot have it.

If you don't physically age gracefully, it's a bit sad. I think Steven Tyler can get away anything, because he still looks like he did in '73. Especially from row Z backwards in an arena. As long as the Stones keep their hair and don't get fat they'll get away with the wrinkles.

I'll take my wrinkles. I don't like the Botox thing.

I've had Botox and all that - why not? There's no cream that gets rid of wrinkles; that's a load of rubbish in my eyes. But Botox does.

I had decided never to dye my hair because by doing that, it doesn't make a man look young. In fact, I feel the wrinkles on a man's face become more prominent when you dye your hair.

My face hasn't matured as I've grown up, and neither has my sense of humour. In the mirror, I see an older version of myself as a child, although I do have more wrinkles and freckles.

The latest wrinkle is on wrinkles. There is a widespread belief that women can't grow old in television news.

My mother, at sixty, is one of those classic beauties: all neck and cheekbones, sharp lines that hide her wrinkles from a distance. She still gets whistles from construction workers from three stories up.

I am a follower of hyaluronic acid - always in small doses, of course - to fill wrinkles and fine lines.

I remember seeing some little wrinkles in my early 30s and thinking they were interesting. But you know the horror of it is that the screen image has to be perfect.

Let's face it, the great comedians now that are handicapped in the looks department are tremendous writers.

The world pauses for royalty and deformity alike, and sometimes one can't tell the difference.

But there was the mirror in which I would glimpse his handsome form, because mirrors don't lie about men, only women.

Her head had turned away quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.

I don't believe in the concept of 'real' or 'realer' people. You don't? She smiled, not nicely. When I do disappear again, dearie, I'll surely be less real than I am now.

He has added inches and fullness to his beard since his last visit. I'll say no more.

Oh, mercy, there is nothing monstrously ugly about you. Ruth may be unpleasing, but you are merely plain. If anything, it's my beauty that's monstrous, for it sweeps away any other aspect of my character.

Madame Morrible, for all her upper-class diction and fabulous wardrobe, seemed just a tad—oh—dangerous. As if her big public smile were composed of the light glancing off knives and lances, as if her deep voice masked the rumbling of distant explosions. Galinda always felt as if she couldn't see the whole picture.

The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing.

At her feet was a largish basket woven of twigs. He didn't look into it; he couldn't. Every now and then her shoeless foot would nip out from beneath the dark hem of her skirt and give the basket a little push, and because of its rounded bottom, the basket rocked for a time. Then the green foot would appear again, and start the rocking over.

You're in the finest hands. He's a very capable soldier." "He is an old man with a white beard." "He is a young man inside, and strong.