Quotes About Appearance

The men's attention had shifted to a young man crouched on a stool in the corner. He had barely looked up through my appearance and interrogation, but kept his head bent, hand clutching the opposite shoulder, rocking slightly back and forth in pain.

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.

The English officer was coming back toward the cabin, passing within a few feet of me. I glanced up, and my hands froze. He was tall, slender but broad-shouldered, and I would have known that long stride, that unself-conscious grace, and that arrogant tilt of the head anywhere. He paused, frowning, and turned his head to survey the littered field. His nose was straight as a knife blade, just that tiny bit too long.

oh, wait." Turning, he seized the wig he'd taken off earlier from his desk and thrust it into Grey's hands. "Disguise," he said, and smiled briefly. "You rather take the eye, John. Best if people don't notice you on the street." He snatched up the hat and crammed it on his own bare head, then unlocked the door and pulled it open, impatiently gesturing Grey ahead of him.

God, your arse looks fine, wi' the wet linen of your shift clinging to it. It goes all transparent, and I can see the weight of your buttocks, like great smooth round melons—

THE WIG WOULD have been much too large, given Malcolm's round-headed resemblance to an oversize muskmelon, but Grey's own hair—yellow and noticeable, as Malcolm had so tactfully noted—was thick, and with it stuffed up inside the wig, the horsehair contrivance sat securely, if uncomfortably. He hoped that Malcolm didn't suffer from lice but forgot such minor concerns as he made his way through the throngs of people in the street outside La Punta.

Lord John's response to the revelation of my identity was both puzzling and disturbing; you would think the man had seen a ghost. I squinted at my violet reflection, admiring the glitter of the black-and-gold fish at my throat, but failed to see anything unsettling in my appearance.

the wispy clouds of the morning had been knitting themselves up into a low sky the color of dirty wool

the long, straight nose and firm chin

dresses fit you, I wonder?

we must find ye something decent to wear." "But we can't afford—" "It's an investment," he said

WHY DID YE never tell me that Frank Randall looked like Black Jack?

Stand up straight and try not to get fat.

He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. "This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor." His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. "I see. I suppose, then, you will have some notion of how your appearance earlier this evening affected me." "I doubt it very much," I said.

A man may smile, and smile, and be a villain

My job is to constantly assess how I look.

Of course I want to look well and fit - and as an athlete, I want to look strong.

Some athletes aren't small, they're just short.

I am athletic and I exercise a lot, so I might look like I dance, but I don't.

I think as an athlete, especially in a sport like athletics, we don't wear very much on the track, so you have to look the part.

I do my own make-up, even when I have to attend all these film events.

I'm attracted to long-legged girls with long arms and a little head.

I was not an attractive child.

I wasn't attractive when I was growing up, and I don't think I am now.