Quotes About Appearance

Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves...

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan the outward habit by the inward man.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

Scratching could not make it worse. . . such a face as yours.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she: Truth and beauty buriéd be.

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

Who makes the fairest show means the most deceit.

O' what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way he's a Mars.

Thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil.

Look here upon this picture, and on this...

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.