Quotes About Appearance

Joel was an odd little man: five feet four, slightly chubby but not fat

To an extent, his good looks would insulate him from suspicion, for in this new century, image trumped substance and appearance often mattered more than truth.

when darkness often passed for light, the just and the unjust wore the same face.

She had appeared calmer to them

The woman in the hallway looks like Sarah, except she appears to be scared shitless

Her sweet appearance and air of perpetual gratitude for the very fact of life seemed to be the truth of her.

His hair was cut close on the sides and long on top, gathered into a neat man bun.

now? When she looked at herself she saw her outside changing, growing older, while inside she still felt young. Aging was a strange thing—made you feel like you were wearing a striped shirt and plaid pants. Mismatched. Because you never felt as old inside as you looked on the outside.

Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.

smoothing the front of her sundress with a haughty

I declare, that's the prettiest baby I ever saw." We say that even if the infant in question would draw a blister on an outhouse from a hundred yards away.

His eyeballs look like he bought them in a joke shop.

The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through.

I know you. I've known you my whole life. I've been waiting. Waiting for you to make an appearance. Waiting all these years. I knew you in the womb.

Monsters don't dress like monsters; they dress like humans. Even stranger, they rarely know they're the monsters.

The lines in her face were deep enough to hide gravel in.

Her forehead was unlined in the way of the recently embalmed and her smile resembled that of someone undergoing electroshock.

She had straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a rock the size of a Prius on her left ring finger, and she might have been pretty if the skin weren't stretched so tight against her face it gave her the unfortunate look of someone who'd been struck by lightning during an orgasm.

I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser

A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight—any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.

The woman crosses the room, and it is only when she is directly in front of us that I am certain about who she is. She is dressed in a pelisse fashionable among women half her age, and the feather in her hat is an extraordinary shade of blue. Outside, a young man is waiting at her coach. Passersby will suspect that he is her son, but anyone who has ever been acquainted with her will know better.

Its appearance was greeted with cries of rapture, and following a brief struggle over possesion of the volume, William rescued it before it should be torn to pieces, but allowed himself to be induced to read some of the passages aloud, his dramatic rendering being greeted by wolflike howls of enthusiasim and hails of live pits.

Fatigue and distress tended merely to sharpen Grey's fine-cut features

She was a very old lady indeed, or at least she looked it. She leaned on a hawthorn stick, enveloped in garments she must have