Quotes About Appearance

Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

Virtue looks good but it only suits imposing figures.

It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.

We too, through lack of knowledge and of sufficiently mature reflection, mistook the visible outward appearance of the phenomenon for the phenomenon itself.

If you met Faith Hill in person, you would think she's absolutely beautiful. And when you take her picture, you will see every flaw that you never saw in person. Those flaws not only become visible but magnified.

Astronomers sometimes observe that a star of medium magnitude increases suddenly in size; a star invisible to the naked eye may become very brilliant and visible without any telescope - the appearance of a Nova.

While women feel cultural pressure to keep up their physical appearance, men feel that pressure to keep up their emotional appearance

I wonder if all women secretly fantasize, like me, about what it would be like to be an extraordinary beauty and bitchy as you wanna be.

Clothes don't make the man, but they make all of him except his hands and face during business hours, and that's a pretty considerable area of the human animal.

Appearances are deceitful, I know, but so long as they are, there's nothing like having them deceive for us instead of against us.

You look beautiful." "Anyone can appear beautiful in the shadows.

La première fois qu'Aurélien vit Bérénice, il la trouva franchement laide. Elle lui déplut, enfin. Il n'aima pas comment elle était habillée.

All women are beautiful when they are young, and their eyes are full and clear and their voices are soft and their bosoms are round and smooth.

There was something vulgar, even a little improper, in a woman like Sabine who at forty-six looked thirty-five. At

Clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or the magic of manners.

The mess in the drawers was in contrast to the neat desktop. Many people's lives were like that. The neat room and the messy closet. The well-ordered counters and the chaos in the cabinets.

Now she sat in front of him, nearly submerged under layers of thick sweaters and blankets. She looked like a laundry hamper without a head.

near enemy. It's a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other's sick, twisted.

Sometimes the beard was loose, sometimes it was braided and sometimes, like that afternoon, it was in its own ponytail so that Al's head looked like something about to be tie-dyed.

His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy.

His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy. His teeth protruded, yellowed and confused, heading this way and that in his mouth. His eyes were small and slightly crossed. A lazy eye, thought Gamache. What used to be known as an evil eye, in darker times when men like this found themselves at best cast out of polite society and at worst tied to a stake.

When he looked at her he didn't see the wild, untamable hair, the billowing frocks, the Dollar-rama store horn-rimmed spectacles. No. He saw his safe harbor.