Quotes About Appearance

Wisdom often exists under a shabby coat.

the appearances of happiness or unhappiness of the soul are but reflections.

Almost every man looks more so in a belted trench coat.

how you act (gravitas), how you speak (communication), and how you look (appearance) count for a lot in determining your leadership presence.

Long since, the standard way of understanding surface has been as an abstract and undifferentiated plane that functions above all to veil or delimit a depth. From the face that mirrors the soul, to the magic writing tablet that reveals subconscious drives, the surface, any surface, all surfaces, have been considered worthy of attention insofar as they are the top layer, the outermost skin, the merely visible envelope of more particularized and specific under or inner depths.

She felt that these clean-shaven men with bristling eyebrows were suavely concealing their doubts of her intelligence and her probity. Their jaws were like so many mouse-traps, baited with commonplaces.

It's what's invisible that creates what's visible.

People place such importance on the external. It's disgusting.

Don't judge the quality of the gasoline by the filling station attendant.

There's less in this than meets the eye.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.

There is less in this than meets the eye.

There's less here than meets the eye.

Tør jeg spørre hva som er så morsomt? spurte Alicia forsonlig, raseriet hadde tydeligvis kjølnet. Har du sett deg selv i det siste - eller tror du det bare er meg som ser ut som om jeg er dratt baklengs gjennom en hekk?

She had the kind of looks that had probably been quite pretty in high school, but were now worn down by years of smoking cigarettes, raising children, and the disappointment of being married to an asshole.

The beauty of the soul is shown in the face

Suddenly Guy appeared in the doorway. Emma was surprised to see he had his jacket on, a black leather biker-style one he wore with the self-consciousness of a girl in her first pre-teen bra.

You look as scary as a buttered muffin.

Alison's mum has had a lot of plastic surgery and she wears fake eyelashes the size of hairbrushes. She looks sort of like a person but not really, like someone explained to aliens what a person is and they did their best to make one of their own.

Underneath he has on jeans and a baggy beige jumper that's twenty quids' worth of knitted depression.

At first I barely recognized it as a person; stripped of substance by the bright sunfall through the leaves, flutter of white T-shirt, confusing gold swirl of hair, white brushstroke face and dense dark smudges of eyes, it had something illusory about it, as if my mind had conjured it from patches of light and shadow and at any moment it might break up and be gone.

Everything about her is pure faultless middle-class–the accent, the clothes, the hair, the china patterns, it's as if she ordered herself from a catalogue–but you can see the incredible effort that goes into every second of it.

Pale beauty stands aghast," he said, "at the vulgar ugliness of men.

Tall, lean, he was far more muscular than he appeared— and stronger