Quotes About Appearance

Happiness is an illusion—and sometimes so is Thai soup.

Deborah just watched him as he skidded to a stop in front of her. He seemed young for a dentist, maybe thirty, and in all honesty he looked a little too buff, too, as though he had been pumping iron when he should have been filling cavities. Deborah

Standing beside her was a man I can only describe as a generic fed, with a gray suit and white shirt and shiny black shoes. They were both facing my sister, Sergeant Deborah, and another man I didn't know. He was blond, about six feet tall, muscular, and absurdly good-looking in a rugged, masculine way, as if God had taken Brad Pitt and decided to make him really handsome.

didn't seem to be the nickname sort. Beautiful people rarely were. 'Let's

I WAS SITTING in one of our director's scuffed chairs next to a man who clearly knew me, since he'd nodded with some familiarity when I entered. I couldn't, however, place him beyond his being a federal prosecutor. About my age—forty—and short, a bit doughy, with hair in need of a trim. A fox's eyes. Aaron

They look like wounds, not tattoos.

He was not good looking, by any means, nor was he tall but these conditions were not troubling to him. Physical flaws were significant only to those with egos.

Let me tell you something. Do you know why those Turkish girls cover their faces? You think it's because of religion? No. It's because otherwise no one can stand to look at them!

All seemed to be in order. The boy had two legs, two arms, ten fingers, ten toes. Richard

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.

Aloft, he looked frail, diseased, and temperamental, as we expected a European to look.

Her head appears to be on fire but that is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies.

Desdemona oli tottunut näkemään heidän siamilaisvarjonsa iltaisin vasten valkeaksi kalkittua talonseinää, ja aina kohdatessaan vain oman varjonsa hänestä tuntui kuin se olisi halkaistu kahtia.

I should also mention, with the vestigial pang of a once flat-chested girl, Desdemona's voluptuous figure.

Hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen.

Part of coming from old money, apparently, was having old-person habits, those gross, adult needs and desperate palliatives. The Object was still too young for the effects to tell on her. She didn't have eye bags yet or stained fingernails. But the appetite for sophisticated ruin was already there. She smelled like smoke, if you got close. Her stomach was a mess. But her face continued to give off its autumnal display.

Like the Sun Belt or the Bible Belt, there exists, on this multifarious earth of ours, a Hair Belt.

His beauty had left him without cunning

Seems does not make it so.

In terms of being smart, Libby is very, very pretty.

With my distorted face and cane, I'd look like the Hunchbelly of St. Pat's.

It infuriated me that men could walk around feeling perfectly good about their appearance whether they had a unibrow, triple chin, or skin flaps hanging off their eyelids, but stunning women like Faidra felt the need to have an unblemished butthole. The world is insane. Not

I'm thirty-four. You don't look thirty-four. That's because I'm not married. Mae's smile felt as if it were set in concrete. Marriage tends to age a woman.