Quotes About Appearance

Beauty makes promises that beauty cant keep.

She looks like her face caught fire and they beat it out with a rake

He had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an ill-formed notion of their appearance.

Satan hath power to assume a pleasing form. Them big blue eyes. Knew more ways to turn a man's head than the devil's grandmother. I dont know where they learn it at. Hell, she wasnt but seventeen.

Females of domestic reputation lounged upon the balconies they passed with faces gotten up in indigo and almagre gaudy as the rumps of apes and they peered from behind their fans with a kind of lurid coyness like transvestites in a madhouse.

In truth they did not look like men who might have whiskey they hadnt drunk.

There's a lot of things look better at a distance

How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. Crying always gives me a red nose, thought Elinor. I expect that's why I'll never be in any book.

No son historias, Lengua de Brujo, es la pura verdad! ¿Es que ya no la reconoces cuando la ves? Cierto: es una chica fea y no es agradable mirarla a la cara.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. William Shakespeare, Sonnets, No. 130

die Wahrheit ... ist ein hässliches Mädchen. Man schaut ihr nicht gern ins Gesicht.«

There's no better investment than your cleavage. Charlotte smirked. I believe they teach that in business school.

Both the lyrics and melody were straightforward, and though I wasn't knowledgeable about what was going on with his guitar, the other instruments, or the backup vocals, the song was pleasurable to listen to at the same time that it was devastatingly sad. Was Noah Brewster himself sad? With that hair and those big white teeth?

Avevamo tutti l'aspetto di cadaveri: perché nulla fa pensare tanto a un morto quanto un uomo vestito da sera in pieno giorno.

it was all nothing, a wonderful display of nothingness. At the same time a display. A display! a display! a display!

And how they take one in, with their manners and their mock wistfulness and gentleness.

Her face was falling loose, but her eyes were calm, and there was something strong in her that made it seem she was not old; merely her wrinkles and loose cheeks were an anachronism.

Sufficient unto the moment is the appearanceof reality.

Courtney came over to me and touched my cheek. I winced. It hurt. You look like hell, Courtney said. I shrugged. She looked at Saint Dane, then back at me. He looks worse. She smiled. Awesome.

I am respected by others not because of my virtue but because of my clothing.' Foolish people respect others in this way.

It never hurts a fool to appear before an audience, for his capacity is not a capacity for feeling.

There are four ways, and only four ways, in which we have contact with the world. We are evaluated and classified by these four contacts: what we do, how we look, what we say, and how we say it.

She didn't realize what everyone knows: namely, that the expression one wears on one's face is far more important than the clothes one wears on one's back.

What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than in J. C. Penney pantsuits.