Quotes About Appearance

Maybe in fairytales you're only as old as you feel, but here in L. A. you're every second as old as your pores.

Age becomes reality when you hear someone refer to that attractive young woman standing next to the woman in the green dress, and you find that you're the one in the green dress.

A smile appeared upon her face as if she'd taken it directly from her handbag and pinned it there.

A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot -- and here and there a dash -- but in the main full of excellent matter, is like a clever fellow in a dirty shirt whom we value for the good humour he brings with him and not for the garb he wears.

But don't you see, pervading the letter and guiding the pen, the great intellectual and moral defect of the present day? I mean, the habit of dwelling on appearances, not on realities, of preferring the report to the bullet, and the echo to the report.

Polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold.

These days, however, gentlemanly status seems to be more a question of appearance than conduct.

Without question, his picture did not do him justice, but again, he was dead when it was taken

appeared fierce, but Oscar decided this was due more to the fact that his face was still cut and swollen from

AI can not make you an expert or an authority. AI can only make you appear to be an expert or an authority.

Are they as clean as they claim? Or are they only presenting a very neat and falsely polished front?

Confidence is sexy, but sexy does not necessarily make someone confident, competent or able to do what they claim they can. Don't let looks fool you.

For your own professionalism, reputation and appearance, it really is ok to not post every video, picture, event or show on social media. On the contrary, holding back, waiting or not posting certain things all together can help much more than hurt.

Not in a wig and red lips, all slender and seductive and sultry with beautiful false green eyes and an accent and walk that made him weak at the knees. The sixteen-year-old Katarina who reported him to the Whistler police, who accused him and his friends of gang rape, was a fat-ass, pimply-faced, desperate little slut of a schoolgirl. A fangirl who, according to other students at her school, had a poster of him on the inside of her locker.

Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative.

Hypocrisy seemed to be the fashionable equivalent of propriety, discretion indistinguishable from morality, and the

Don't bitch about the clothes that you try on. Blush all you want--" "What makes you think I'll blush?" "If you don't, we won't take them.

If we exercise, however, we do look and feel much better in our outfits, not to mention how we look out of our outfits. And we've found we're happiest when we are not too fat to walk.

From around the blind curve of the trail, the main appeared. He was tall, built, and armed and dangerous, though not to her physical well-being. Nope, nothing about the tough, sinewy, gorgeous forest ranger was a threat to her body. But Matt Bowers was lethal to her peace of mind.

Her gaze ran over him. "You're… in just your undies." "Yes, that's what happens when you don't knock." She gave him a long once-over. "You grew up right nicely, Knox.

Maybe the Merlin was right. Maybe its better to look stupid but strong, than it is to look smart but weak, I don't know. I'm not sure I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school.

Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.' 'There's been a lot on my mind,' I replied. 'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, You are an untidy person.