Quotes About Appearance

My dad was an attorney. The last thing he ever thought about was clothes, and yet somehow he always looked good.

I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.

I dislike the concept of 'chic' being the highest compliment for a human being. I'd rather someone be nice than to be chic.

He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life. But he really looked like a girl. She was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life.

it is strange, is it not, how an accident of millimeter here, a millimeter there, makes one face so important.

And then Luke had appeared, like a gust that had come to teach me that in life, there was nothing more precious than life itself.

Love at first sight? Let me just put on my glasses.

I'd like to say I'm not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.

There's no such thing as ugly.

Personality can either kill or enhance your appearance.

Love is like a piece of chocalate. It's looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.

Love is like a piece of chocalate. It looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.

And no matter how accomplished one may be, the hard work is to no avail if one doesn't have the proper clothes in which to appear in public.

Sometimes I had to be nice to people whom I found physically repulsive. This was the hardest because repulsion is a difficult reaction to conceal. But the customers had paid for my company. The least I could do was treat every one of them graciously.

Because sometimes evil didn't show its ugly self; it could put on the clothes of an ordinary boy. The boy could sit across the table from you, a stray lock of hair hanging in his eyes. He could be doing all the regular things boys do, shoveling in the mashed potatoes, pushing the peas around on his plate, preferring peach cobbler over rhubarb in the late summer while the wasps batted the window screen and the fan on the sideboard rotated.

Teku ljudi po ulicama, mi?u se lica u povorkama, lica naprahana, blijeda, klaunska, sa zarezima goru?eg karmina oko usana, kratkovidne maske žena u crnini, lica grbavaca, donje ?eljusti, voštani dugi prsti sa crnim, modrikastim noktima, sve prili?no ružno. Gadna lica, zvjerske njuške, žigosane bludom i porocima, zlobom i brigama, lica smolava i ugrijana, glave mrkvaste, gubice crna?ke, zubala tvrda, oštra, mesožderska, a sve je sivo kao fotografski negativ.

No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

But Father Time is real. And, in truth, he cannot age. Beneath the unruly beard and cascading hair—signs of life, not death—his body is lean, his skin unwrinkled, immune to the very thing he lords over.

It was the first time I had seen him unshaven, the small white whiskers looking so out of place, as if someone had shaken salt neatly across his cheeks and chin. How could there be new life in his beard when it was draining everywhere else?

wearing a scarf and gloves, her blond hair tucked under a hat. "Are you done with that actress?

And fancy means phony.

so that when he sat, he seemed like a layer of frowns stacked in a chair.

From a distance she might be mistaken for a very young woman, while the maid seemed to have aged doubly, perhaps for them both, as if her occupation had been to age, to exchange the magic of months for bank notes and food.