Quotes About Appearance

The reason why I decided to appear in 'Vincenzo' was because of my love and trust for director Kim Hee-won and writer Park Jae-beom.

It's kinda all about image.

I'm into the scruff. I like an unkempt man. I mean, not like beard to the chest, but I'm definitely a Johnny Depp kinda girl.

I get kinda self-conscious. I don't want to know about my eyebrows. I'm born with them.

I don't see us as a big media gimmick band. We don't have a cultivated appearance or anything like Kiss.

A bloke once yelled out: 'You've got chubby knees.' I was 19. I've had a real complex about my knees ever since.

When people see me face-to-face they know immediately that I've not gone under the knife and they are the ones who matter.

I've been blessed, acne never knocked on my door. I think I look pretty darn good.

At the end of the day, you have to look at, 'Are they knowledgeable? Are they doing their job?' Not what their appearance is.

I saw Frances Bean at a Blink 182 show. And she was with a guy who looked just like Kurt Cobain.

In appearance the labor system of all the colonies was the same.

The seeming antagonism between capital and labor is the result of deceptive appearance.

Building a mechanical device for its appearance is like putting lace on a bowling ball.

I've always said, never trust a person without brows, a maxim that has proven true on more than one occasion.

I have a theory about war mages," I said. "The more powerful they are, the worse the hair.

You decent?" I pulled the towel up a little higher. "Yes, if my wrinkled toes don't offend." Marco's swarthy head popped around the doorjamb. "Naw, they're cute.

Then what is it about?" Marlowe staggered back to his feet, and Louis-Cesare hit him again. "I don't like his face." "Oh, that's mature.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

Yes, but knee pants are so much more flattering. You can see my legs." You want people to see your legs?" I have very nice legs!" We both paused to admire them for a moment.

The beauty here was luring but deceptive.

Daddy named me Billie Jo. He wanted a boy. Instead, he got a long legged girl with a wide mouth with cheekbones like bicycle handles. He got a redheaded, freckle faced, narrow-hipped girl with a fondness for apples and hunger for playing fierce piano.

He was a good-looking man, but then rogues usually are

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

He's so beautiful," she said wistfully. "He's like an angel." "Yep," I agreed flatly. "The one that fell.