Quotes About Appearance

There is no subjection so perfect as that which keeps the appearance of freedom.

C'est comme s'ils leur disaient : Sachez que l'homme n'est rien que par ses habits, que votre prix est tout dans les vôtres. Faut-il s'étonner que de si sages leçons profitent à la jeunesse, qu'elle n'estime que la parure, et qu'elle ne juge du mérite que sur le seul extérieur ?

It was requisite for men to be thought what they really were not. To be and to appear became two very different things, and from this distinction sprang pomp and knavery, and all the vices which form their train.

A misfortune never makes me uneasy provided I know in what it consists; but it is my nature to be afraid of darkness, I tremble at the appearance of it. The sight of the most hideous monster would, I am of opinion, alarm me but little; but if by night I were to see a figure in a white sheet I should be afraid of it.

Niemand kümmert sich mehr um die Wirklichkeit; alle setzen ihr Wesen in den Schein. Als Sklaven und Narren ihrer Eigenliebe leben sie dahin, nicht um zu leben, sondern um andere glauben zu machen, sie hätten gelebt.

The people of Ember were just as grubby as the people of Sparks; everyone looked more or less the same.

It was your inner spirit and not your outward appearance that mattered

Ironing was a particularly galling waste of time. You'd spend twenty minutes pressing one shirt front and back, spraying starch and getting the creases sharp, but once the man of the house put it on, it would wrinkle as soon as he bent an elbow; plus, you couldn't even see whether the danged shirt was ironed or not under his suit coat.

Phoenix was square and straight, boxy and boxed in, and above all, fake.

Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be—and behind them . . . there is nothing. This

I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on.

the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder—naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness.

Those who conceal from themselves this total freedom, under the guise of solemnity, or by making deterministic excuses, I will call cowards. Others, who try to prove their existence is necessary, when man's appearance on earth is merely contingent, I will call bastards.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and BEHIND THEM... there is nothing.

Those who hide their complete freedom from themselves out of a spirit of seriousness or by means of deterministic excuses, I shall call cowards; those who try to show that their existence was necessary, when it is the very contingency of man's appearance on earth, I shall call stinkers. But cowards or stinkers can be judged only from a strictly unbiased point of view.

Arriving in Paris, many English and Americans are surprised to find us less thin than they imagined. They have seen the elegant dresses that appear to be new, the suits which, from afar, still seem fashionable; rarely have they encountered that paleness of face, that bodily decline that normally signifies starvation. Their solicitude, since it has been deceived, turns to rancor: I believe that they are dismayed not to find us conforming to the pathetic image they had formed of us in advance.

Anyhow, it is a definite colour: I am glad I have red hair. There is it is in the mirror, it makes itself seen, it shines. I am still lucky if my forehead was surmounted by one of those neutral heads of hair which are neither chestnut not blond, my face would be lost in vagueness, it would make me dizzy.

I also like to feel good when I'm working out. If I put schlubby clothes on, I'm like, 'Blah.' I don't really want to work out. But if I'm feeling cute and I'm looking good - that's my motivation.

The style of mustache I have is called a Hungarian, and you need a certain type of viscosity in the wax to make it work.

If you wish at once to do nothing and be respectable nowadays, the best pretext is to be at work on some profound study.

My idea of a good work-out is two hours spent worrying about the bags under my eyes.

When short guys start working out to bulk up. I like muscles, but I don't like really buff guys.

Just looking at all the faces here reminds me of some of the great work that was done this year . . . by cosmetic surgeons.

The hardest job of all is trying to look busy when you're not.