Quotes About Appearance

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Thine face is not worth sunburning.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here;

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Some there be that shadow kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it. None does offend, none- I say none! I'll able 'em.