Quotes About Appearance

I'm late," she snapped before Summerset could speak. "But here's the thing, I'm not always late, but you're always ugly. Who's got the real problem?

A nice-looking boy pays attention, says the right things, looks at you just a certain way. You're not smart anymore.

You look like a really well-dressed pirate carting around an ugly treasure chest.

The surface can hide a great deal of turmoil.

Mavis dated this guy for a while back in the day who looked like one of those garden gnomes. She said he went at it like a rabid mink. Don't trust appearances

Bella: Then why are you wearing that bandage like a sash? Phury: It makes my ass look smaller.

What kind of look are you going for?" he asked instead. "Clothed.

All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.

I don't think we're fit for visual consumption. Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I... Look like shit.

I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like…bus exhaust or some shit.

Although he could have been wearing a seventies lounge suit and she probably would have drooled over the polyester.

As they passed, Duke nodded, and John Matthew, as he was called, did the same—and that was the extent of it. No one had ever heard the SOB say a word, but by the same token, anyone built like that didn't have to talk.

Ehlena was naturally lovely, with fine small features and that strawberry blond hair and those long, lean limbs. Her lips were pink because they were pink—not from some eighteen-hour, glossy, frosted grease coat. And her toffee-colored eyes were luminescent because they were yellow and red and gold all mixed together—not from a whole lot of paint-by-numbers shimmery shadow and slathered-on mascara. And her cheeks were flushed because he was getting under her skin. -Rehv's thoughts

The idea of putting on twenty pounds in one night was damned appealing; it really was. She couldn't help the way her face looked, but she was willing to bet that Neanderthal misogynist attacker of hers preferred his victims with a tight ass.

Real life went down when and where it did, regardless of whether things were photogenic.

a sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth

I'd rather be thin than famous but I'm fat paste that in your broadway show

I am an appearance The world is an appearance The bread I eat is an appearance All wish't forth from Mind Essence Due to Ignorance-- I don't have to exist I don't exist, I do exist-- Who cares? For the purposes of this world Do nothing Or do everything anyhow.

Beautiful girls Just primp But beautiful boys Do suffer.

I'd come into Denver like a bum; now I was all racked up sharp in a suit, with a beautiful well-dressed blonde on my arm, bowing to dignitaries and chatting in the lobby under chandeliers.

Roy Johnson is a thin, dark, handsome kid with a pin-sharp face and combed hair that he keeps shoving back from the sides of his head. He had an extremely earnest approach and a big smile.