Quotes About Appearance

obsession with beauty (longing for beauty / fear of aging).

Gegyen told us that the sound of the bell was the sounds of emptiness and represented feminine wisdom. Leaning back and squinting so that his eyes practically disappeared, he said, "All that appears as solid is merely appearing and has no essential nature. What we think of as real is like the places and people we see in dreams." Then he laughed, grinning toothlessly, and looked at us nodding, "Ok, let's do that again.

What's wrong with you?" Kinkajou blurted. "You look terrible." "Could be worse," Icicle snarled. "I could look like you.

But the real book doesn't look anything like that,

She's a tall skinny old girl in a tweed jacket and brown corduroy trousers, long restless hands stained yellow, rings on every finger. Hair tied up in a bandanna and clear, fierce blue eyes like mine. You'd know us anywhere as brother and sister, lanky, beaky customers with these piercing eyes and silver hair.

Her mouth was smeared with lipstick and her throat swung bagged and cross-hatched from a wrinkled knob of chin flanked by rouged jowls loosely depending from lumpy cheekbones. Powerful gusts of stale scent emanated from the crannies of her person; the little dog was curled in her lap like a hairy tumor.

He was smiling openly when Stephen walked in, looking shrewish. Like many large, florid, good-natured men, Jack Aubrey was afflicted with an undue proportion of small pale, meagre friends of a shrewish turn.

Of course she will put on a cap,' said Sophie, with a pitying look. 'How could she possibly receive strange gentlemen without a cap? But her hair must be dressed under it.

Those strokes of profound cunning, those little stratagems that had seemed individually so impenetrable, now in the mass took on a sadly imbecile appearance.

When the situation seems to be exactly what it appears to be, the closest likely alternative is that the situation has been completely faked; when fakery seems extremely evident, the next most probable possibility is that nothing fake is present.—Erving Goffman, Strategic Interaction

Ugly Chicken says she's nice,' the little girl said. Freddie

He was twenty-five but had that elongated bony English look of not yet having completed the process of growing-up and filling out which meant in a few years he would suddenly appear middle-aged as well as beefy because to men like this everything seemed to happen at once round about the age of thirty; everything except white hair which was reserved for retirement and was equally sudden and the only sign that old age had arrived.

the sacrifice of health and well-being to corporate-denominated images of bodily appearance.

Be yourself! Be individualistic!' he called out after me. 'But for God's sake get your hair cut. You look like an oddball.

What we see is not always what exists.

but this loneliness exists and eats away at the best parts of us because we must use all our energy to appear happy, even though we will never be able to deceive ourselves.

It's like the Léon Damas story about the black man on the bus who felt bad because the only other black man on the same bus was ugly and sweaty and dirty and ill-kempt. It is hard to express it. So sad.

steadily for a few minutes because Leah was so beautiful. She looked at herself in the mirror on her dressing table, and it seemed to her that all

She shook her head. "I don't know one pretty young man from the other," she declared.

The culture is littered with female body parts, with clothes and posturing that purportedly express sexual confidence. But who cares how "proud" you are of your body's appearance if you don't enjoy its responses?

It's an extraordinary thing—every time I see you, you appear to be recovering from some debauch. Don't you ever stop drinking? How about when you are asleep?

When a false argument puts on the appearance of a true one, then it is properly called a sophism or fallacy.

I've really tried to learn the art of clothes, because you don't sell for what you're worth unless you look good.

What is real is not the external form, but the essence of things... it is impossible for anyone to express anything essentially real by imitating its exterior surface.