Quotes About Appearance

The eye is the jewel of the body.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

The distinctions drawn between men are commonly based on the outward appearance of goodness or badness, on the ground of moral beauty or moral deformity

Jane looked up at him. He was not an ugly man, not mean or hateful-looking. But you couldn't go by appearances. Some of the nicest-looking people were really very bad.

Affectation proceeds from one of these two causes,--vanity or hypocrisy; for as vanity puts us on affecting false characters, in order to purchase applause; so hypocrisy sets us on an endeavor to avoid censure, by concealing our vices under an appearance of their opposite virtues

A good face they say, is a letter of recommendation. O Nature, Nature, why art thou so dishonest, as ever to send men with these false recommendations into the World!

Fashion is the science of appearance, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

A good countenance is a letter of recommendation.

It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so.

It is telling that in the Dictionary he offers under 'bristly' this heavily edited quotation from the brilliant but erratic classicist Richard Bentley: 'If the eye were so acute as to rival the finest microscope, the sight of our own selves would affright us; the smoothest skin would be beset with rugged scales and bristly hairs.

In Washington...the appearance of power is therefore almost as important as the reality of it. In fact, the appearance is frequently its essential reality

As for faces - you may look into them to know, whether a man's nose be a long or a short one.

Ink is the cosmetic that ideas will wear when they go out in public. Graphite is their dirty truth.

I was at this guy's house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn't think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn't help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn't.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance

The man who kan ware a paper collar a hole week and keap, it klean, aint fit for enny thing else.

but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence.

In actuality, it was like the homes of all people who are not really rich but who want to look rich, and therefore end up looking like one another: it had damasks, ebony, plants, carpets, and bronzes, everything dark and gleaming—all the effects a certain class of people produce so as to look like people of a certain class. And his place looked so much like the others that it would never have been noticed, though it all seemed quite exceptional to him.

As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect—the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth—seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.

In reality it was just what is usually seen in the houses of people of moderate means who want to appear rich, and therefore succeed only in resembling others like themselves: there are damasks, dark wood, plants, rugs, and dull and polished bronzes -- all the things people of a certain class have in order to resemble other people of that class. His house was so like the others that it would never have been noticed, but to him it all seemed to be quite exceptional.

But the princess had never seen the beautiful expression of her eyes; the expression that came into them when she was not thinking of herself. As is the case with everyone, her face assumed an affected, unnatural, ugly expression as soon as she looked in the looking glass.

Their daughter came in in full evening dress, her fresh young flesh exposed (making a show of that very flesh which in his own case caused so much suffering), strong, healthy, evidently in love, and impatient with illness, suffering, and death, because they interfered with her happiness. Fyodor

He was much changed and grown even thinner since Pyotr Ivanovich had last seen him, but, as is always the case with the dead, his face was handsomer and above all more dignified than than when he was alive.