Quotes About Appearance

It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestors fought in the Crusades and were often mentioned in despatches, and you cringe like a salted snail at the thought of appearing as Santa Claus before an audience of charming children who wouldn't hurt a fly. It's enough to make an aunt turn her face to the wall and give up the struggle.

It was one of the most disgusting spectacles I've ever seen-- this white-haired old man, who should have been thinking of the hereafter, standing there lying like an actor.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

I shuttered from hairdo to shoe-sole

At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl who might, as far as looks were concerned, have been the star unit of the harem of one of the better-class sultans.

fine figure of a young fellow as far northwards as the neck, but above that solid concrete.

Watching you at work, I was reminded of the young lady of Natchez, whose clothes were all tatters and patches. In alluding to which, she would say, Well, Ah itch, and wherever ah itches, Ah scratches.

anyone looking at you would write you off as a brainless nincompoop with about as much intelligence as a dead rabbit.

A tall, drooping man, looking as if he has been stuffed in a hurry by an incompetent taxidermist.

He had that extra four or five inches of neck which disqualifies a man for high honors in the beauty competition

Aunt Agatha is like an elephant- not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.

She looked like a tomato struggling for self – expression.

She did not cease to look like a basilisk, but she began to look like a basilisk who has had a good lunch.

He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow. He coughed three times, like a horse who, in addition to a secret sorrow, had contracted asthma.

Strangers always look big on the football field.

He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published

But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is." "Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir." "He's supposed to be one of the best men in London." "I am saying nothing against his moral character, sir.

Even Spike himself seemed to be aware that there were points in his appearance which would have distressed the editor of a men's fashion paper.

She looked like something that might have occurred to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

It was a generously-planned face. Nature seemed to have started out with the idea of making two faces and then to have decided to use all the material for one.

He was a long, slender youth, with green eyes, jet-black hair, and a passionate fondness for the sound of his own voice.

It is possible, too, that, being there, you decided that you might as well go the whole hog and be manicured at the same time. It is not unlikely, moreover, that when you had got over the first shock of finding your hands so unexpectedly large and red, you felt disposed to chat with the young lady who looked after that branch of the business.

The world is full of men who ought never to shave their upper lip, and Blair Eggleston was one of them. Coming out into the open, as it were, like this, he had revealed himself the possessor of a not very good mouth. A peevish mouth. The sort of mouth that bred doubts in a girl.

Look at the tall, thin one with the face like a motor-mascot. Has he ever done an honest day's work in his life? No! A prowler, a trifler, and a blood-sucker! And I bet he still owes his tailor for those trousers!