Quotes About Appearance

She was a woman in her thirties with sun-damaged skin and an opt-out approach to fashion.

He's a pug and he always looks that way.

Katie leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, sweetie, I just said that because Alice is an old bag. You go after Devon. The man is fine. I don't blame you for changing your look for a shot at that. When the pool about you two gets going at Petie's Pub, I'm putting my money on you.

The fire in the library was colorless. You could look right through it, as if it were a sheet of glass. Where the flame had any color, it was pale blue. It was so hot that it appeared icy.

Newspapers appeared like oracles on your doorstep- gilded fragments of anonymous love.

Woman: I never mind the outside of a man. Colonel: And I'm afraid thou art no judge of the inside. Sir Philip: I am positively of your mind, sir, for creatures of her function seldom penetrate beyond the pocket. Woman (aside): Creatures of your composition have, indeed, more in their pockets than in their heads.

Beauty has been democratised. No longer the preserve of movie stars and models but available to all. But while the invitation to beauty is welcomed, it has become not so much an option as an imperative.

All babies look like Alfred Hitchcock. Or Winston Churchill.

When both men had their shirt off, as they did right now, it was like living in an Abercrombie & Fitch ad- a six-pack celebration, complete with triceps and biceps galore. No doubt about it, Dolphina loved her new job.

His looks were the result of a genetic crapshoot.

If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.

Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation is completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

In District 12, looking old is something of an achievement since so many people die early. You see an elderly person, you want to congratulate them on their longevity, ask the secret of survival. A plump person is envied because they aren't scraping by like the majority of us. But here is different. Wrinkles aren't desirable. A round belly isn't a sign of success.

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

Does everyone look younger asleep?

Excellent! You almost look like a human being now!

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.

he was something of a looker. His hair dark and