Quotes About Appearance

I was watching 'Up In The Air' and I thought, 'Jesus, who's the old gray-haired guy?' And it was me. I never wear makeup for movies and now it's starting to show.

Says he, "I am a handsome man, but I'm a gay deceiver."

There should be no available ugly frames for beautiful souls to be hurried into by carelessness or mistake, and no ugly souls should be suffered to creep, like hermit-crabs, into beautiful shells never intended for them. The outward and visible form should mark the inward and spiritual grace;

To judge wisely, we must know how things appear to the unwise.

Love gilds us over and makes us show fine things to one another for a time, but soon the gold wears off, and then again the native brass appears.

Presidents and other politicians manage the appearance of things, largely by manipulating the air and hope.

There were bags under my eyes and they weren't Prada.

That's just perfect. I hung up and crossed my arms over my chest. When your butt is permanently attached to a chair, the only thing you can do is sit and hope to look professional.

Curran stalked into the room as if he owned it, turned, and crossed his arms on his chest. Biceps bulged, stretching the sleeves of his sweatshirt. If there was any justice in the world, he should've gone bald, lost all his teeth, and developed a terrible skin rash. But no, the bastard looked good. In perfect health.

There was more to it than that—my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd get the vote, no problem.

We smiled at each other. Ms. Vigue was doing her best to appear approachable, while I did my best to appear harmless. We were both lying as hard as we could.

what things may be in themselves, I know not, and need not know because a thing is never presented to me otherwise than as a phenomena.

I have no knowledge of myself as I am but only as I appear to myself. The consciousness of oneself is therefore very far from being a knowledge of oneself.

Things which we see are not by themselves what we see.

What things may be in themselves we do not know, nor need we care to know, because, after all, a thing can never come before me otherwise than as an appearance.

En kvinne bør ligne på en kvige: øm, tillitsfull og frodig, med en kropp så hvit som fløte - en hud som gamle skuespillerinner, skjønner dere, en hud som er myk av massasje og gjennomtrengt av sminke og pudder.

Some day, he thought, I would like to meet a monster who LOOKS like a monster.

And she looked back out of her sallow Jewish mask, the line of her mouth dead straight between the curving lips, the narrow eyes black.

It was not a very pleasant face: heavy, perceptibly Jewish, and dour, with just a hint of insolence.

Her short straight oily hair, a lustrous black, sat like a cropped wig about her pale rather waxen Jewish face.

Women give more than men; young people more than their elders; people who appear to be of the most modest means seem more generous than the affluent looking.

She's quite a nice looking lassie or she wid be if she didnae look shite.

There seemed to be that same fierce quest after truth, the same unafraid penetration, the same feeling that character is beauty, no matter how sordid it may appear.

We abandoned the appearance of power to preserve the essence of it.