Quotes About Appearance

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

What's not right about her, Farley?" she asked curiously. An annoyed humph. A few ahems, then a thoroughly miffed, "She's a fine enough lass, that is, when one is able to actually look at her, but"--he broke off with a deeply aggrieved sigh and cleared his throat several times before continuing--"'twould appear she's haveing, er...solidity problems.

Sometimes the most heroic action you can take looks a lot like inaction to the rest of the world. Sometimes the hardest, longest walk is the one the white-hat takes offstage.

You might not think it sounds like much of a disguise, but I know a thing or two about people. The world notices pretty, well-dressed young women. And it tries real hard not to see the unattractive, sloppy ones. If you're bad enough, you get the thousand-yard stare that slides right off you.

Nem olyan könny? megkülönböztetni egymástól a jó- és a rosszfiúkat, mint korábban hittem. Nem elég ránézni valakire ahhoz, hogy ítélkezzünk. A szívünkkel kell látnunk.

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

up—A pretty woman doesn't have an ugly mouth, she would say—

From the outside everything looks fine," the dentist said, "but it's rotten to the core.

A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.

There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way.

A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul

Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.

The secret to modeling is not being perfect. What one needs is a face that people can identify in a second. You have to be given what's needed by nature, and what's needed is to bring something new.

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.

Nature gives you the face you possess at twenty . . . Life the face you possess at thirty. But the face you have at fifty is the face you deserve.

But, nevertheless, if there is even the slightest recognition, liberation is easy. Should you ask why this is so—it is because once the awesome, terrifying and fearful appearances arise, the awareness does not have the luxury of distraction. The awareness is one-pointedly concentrated.

You You are a person of unknown reasons, Reacting with movements and noises. You may be bold, wear glasses, or have freckles, Yet inside you there may be great feelings Of beauty and love, fighting to appear On the pimpled surface. It reaches out - "I love you." A laugh, a jeer. The feelings are trapped and you, You - disappear.

I'm sorry, darling, but it's the only face I've got.

A friend of mine said, no matter what I do I always look like an English teacher. She actually said, you still look like a Campbell's Soup kid.

Burgess changed his shirt. Maura had left most of her lipstick and eyebrows on him as well ass her tears.

She is no one, because she lacks any trait that might render her visible: beauty, money, conformity.

She'd pulled the very top part of her long strawberry blond hair into a tiny ponytail, making her look like a Yorky.

Most passport pictures are good likenesses, and it is time we faced it.

He really did look, Miranda thought, like a fine healthy apple this morning.