Quotes About Appearance

Since she did not know the truth, she assumed a fashioned figure and prepared, with power and in beauty, a substitute for truth.

To put this the other way round, we have no template for what a powerful woman looks like, except that she looks rather like a man.

Get thee glass eyes And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.

And there's no need to be nasty about the beard. As I was telling Natalie, it's a nice, well-groomed beard, not just a cover-up for immaturity or unwashedness or acne.

S he had a nice ass

But it wasn't the high foreheads, the flat noses, the half protrusion of thick lips that pulled Christine in, held her there, as she studied them one by one. Their physical appearances faded next to the expressions on their faces. Pure joy.

Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

All the men in my family were bearded, and most of the women.

Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.

A good front is half the battle in love or war.

A man should be taller, older, heavier, uglier, and hoarser than his wife.

We create an environment where it is alright to hate, to steal, to cheat, and to lie if we dress it up with symbols of respectability, dignity and love.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe.

Look your best--who said love is blind?

There is nothing so difficult to marry as a large nose.

Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.

When an actor marries an actress they both fight for the mirror.

calm. "I'm just thinking I haven't really . . . um . . . seen you yet. I mean you seem . . . young. You feel really young." And beautiful. She felt very young and beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . . well, it's going to be awkward.

And no amount of trousers and sweat-soaked shirts could change the fact that she was about the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.

I wondered if she was truly Rahtan. Yes, she was skilled, but she didn't exactly possess brawn—even if she had managed to overtake me and slam me up against the wall. But juggling? Riddles? Her age. Her poise and demeanor was that of a cynical tested soldier, but her appearance—she was young, younger than me, I was certain. Her black hair fell in thick, long waves, and her hands were delicate, her fingers more suited for a piano than a sword.

I had seen Rahtan before in Ráj Nivad, but none had been like her. They looked like killers and brutes, and they were big. She barely reached past my shoulder. And they sure as hell never juggled.

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets