Quotes About Appearance

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

Owen thought that if Louis looked the way he had the last time he'd seen him, he might believe what he was saying, but this was a man who'd been charmed by Peveral Othman, who'd been altered by him.

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellent about him that had little to do with appearances.

Tahira was tall and unbent by age, although her advanced years showed in the weathering of her face. Long, grey hair that looked as strong as steel wire curled down over her shoulders. She wore heavy jewelry of malachite inlaid silver at her throat and wrists, around her spare shoulders hung a large, fringed shawl of red and yellow silk. She listened without expression as Qimei explained what he required of her.

These people look like actors and their domains are stage sets.

His face was a leering mask, all vestige of beauty fled.

You have a beautiful face, mister. I'd hate to think of it pecked away.

The Parzupheim are antique beings of an almost ethereal appearance and, to those in our first cycle, seemed distinctly alien. History lives in their eyes; it is said they can remember the truth of the world, when they come through from the other place.

An urge to laugh fought to express itself in Pharinet's narrow chest. Everna looked so dramatic, all wild eyes, hawk nose, and flailing hair.

We tolerate so much more than is healthy from those who are beautiful.

Fineas Rigg approached him. Ays had a horrible feeling of recognition, which had nothing to do with appearances, or any kindling of memory. There was something else through which he and Rigg were akin, and Ays far from liked the thought of that.

You look remarkably healthy, Daniel, and rather smug about it, too.

He had the face of a judgmental angel, beautiful, and because of that, terrifying.

Her friendliness and openness were quite at odds with her rather forbidding appearance.

Khaster looked vulnerable and beautiful. He looked pure.

His flawless skin looked shockingly clean against the oily wool of his jumper.

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellant about him that had little to do with appearances.

One of the most important lessons she'd recently learned was that looking strong and confident was sometimes all the people required of you.

Put her in any situation that was even vaguely new and personal and she was lost; her pale, almost translucent skin and auburn hair seemed to signal everything she was feeling. She may raise her chin in proud disdain and even curl her lip in an emergency, but nobody was likely to be fooled if she glowed the colour of a midsummer sunset.

Where Insch was bald, Steel looked as if someone had sellotaped a Cairn terrier to her head. Rumour had it she was only forty-two, but she looked a lot older. Years of chain smoking had left her face looking like a holiday home for lines and wrinkles.

he met this woman at the supermarket where he works.' She sighed. 'But he doesn't really love her! He's just punishing me … I mean, she's got no breasts.

This inability of Americans to value intellect is, to me, maddening. If someone possesses physical beauty, they will not be cloistered or hidden in dark shadows.

This effort to appear dumb—or to put a positive spin on it, to "be a man of the people"—takes a lot of work that in a better world would be unnecessary. You have to really want to be a politician to undertake it.

We noticed a lady coming to. us rather frequently. She'd come in a Cadillac, park three blocks away and walk over. She belonged to a class I used to call the well-dressed destitute. She had the clothes, she had the Cadillac, but she didn't have any money.