Quotes About Appearance

For all I know,he may be a prince in disguise; he rather looks like one, by the way- like a prince who has abdicated in a fit of magnanimity, and has been in a state of disgust ever since.

The Countess was very good company and not really the featherhead she seemed; all one had to do with her was to observe the simple condition of not believing a word she said.

Her life should always be in harmony with the most pleasing impression she should produce; she would be what she appeared, and she would appear what she was.

She had once heard an enthusiastic musician, out of patience with a gifted bungler, declare that a fine voice is really an obstacle to singing properly; and it occurred to her that it might perhaps be equally true that a beautiful face is an obstacle to the acquisition of charming manners.

You can do a great many things if you're rich which would be severely criticised if you were poor. You can go and come, you can travel alone, you can have your own establishment: I mean of course if you'll take a companion—some decayed gentlewoman, with a darned cashmere and dyed hair, who paints on velvet.

His egotism lay like a serpent in a bank of flowers.

Esta vez era otra persona…, una figura de inconfundible maldad: una mujer vestida de negro, pálida y horrible… ¡Oh, qué aire el suyo, qué cara…! Estaba del otro lado del lago. Yo estaba allí con la niña, muy tranquila en ese momento, cuando de repente apareció.

She always looks the same: like an angel who came down from heaven yesterday and has been rather disappointed in her first day on earth!

He had none of that wish to appear deep which is at the bottom of most forms of fatuity; he was perfectly willing to pass for decently superficial; he only aspired to be continuous. When you were not suitably shallow this presented difficulties; but he would have assented to the proposition that you must be as suitable as you can and that a high use of subtlety is in consuming the smoke of your inner fire. THE FIRE WAS THE GREAT THING, NOT THE CHIMNEY.

She had effaced herself, when he first knew her; she had made herself small, pretending there was less of her than there really was. ...he would have liked her to have nothing of her own but her pretty appearance. She had too many ideas for herself, but that was what one married for, to share them with someone else.

He would rather seem stupid any day than fatuous

but she carries her head like a pretty woman. (Chapter 1)

I tried to look earnest, but I only succeeded in looking pathetic.

The ten-o' clock breakfasters began to appear: nervous, little men, morose, preoccupied, who wiped their plates with crusts of bread; rude, massive women who, like primitive idols dug out of the soil, had grown rotten in the years; flowery dandies with repulsive faces, reminding him uncomfortably of illustrations in medical tracts.

Germaine was different. There was nothing to tell me so from her appearance. Nothing to distinguish her from the other trollops who met each afternoon and evening at the Cafe de l'Elephant.

It's only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.

for all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal...

Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face—at least to my taste— his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart;

In No. 1 of this street the cholera first appeared seventeen years ago, and spread up it with fearful virulence; but this year it appeared at the opposite end, and ran down it with like severity.

Amy Winehouse was not a person I ever met, and I can't say that I am overly conversant in all of her music. I do have her albums, and years ago, when I first heard her sing, I thought she was extraordinary. The tone of her voice, her phrasing, her raw appearance - these qualities were extremely captivating to me.

Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.

Some years ago, I landed in Mumbai with no eyebrows, no eyelashes, or hair. I wore a mask over my nose and yet people came up to me and asked, 'aren't you Mumtaz?'

I have so much residue crap in my hair from years and years of not washing it and not having any sense of personal hygiene whatsoever. Even today, I go into these things where I'm supposed to be this sexy guy or whatever, and I'm literally asking, 'If I get plumes of dandruff on me, can you just brush it off?'