Quotes About Appearance

Una chica que aspire a un trabajo de dependienta en Céline o Hermès deberá, ante todo, cuidar su presencia;

A young woman applying for a sales job at Céline or Hermès should naturally attend to her appearance above all; but a degree in literature can constitute a secondary asset, since it guarantees the employer, in the absence of any useful skills, a certain intellectual agility that could lead to professional development – besides which, literature has always carried positive connotations in the world of luxury goods.

I keep my red-brown hair bristle short so it doesn't curl. Put it on top of a face full of freckles and a nose that isn't exactly small, I don't think I have career options in TV.

George noticed her feet again. They were nuggety and rectangular, like a young child's feet—even the sparkly turquoise nail polish belonged to a child. He wondered if Pippa bothered with right and left shoes.

That mouth. Smoking was a bad habit, yes. But he looked so good doing it.

Nefertiti!" I shouted. "Meritaten!" How could they both be gone? Where could they be? I rounded the corner to the window of Appearences, then opened the door. The blood had already spread across the tiles. "Nefertiti!" I screamed, and my voice echoed through the palace.

She smiled too high, that's what was wrong, and it made deep lines around her nose. We taught her how to bring her smile down and show her lower teeth.

Would you defend her if she was ugly?' 'Pirra. You don't need to worry about Meritamen.

Few women care what a man looks like, and a good thing too.

Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.

A woman will do anything to keep a pretty figure, but hardly anything to get one.

All is not gold that glitters.

Ay, Orfeo, Orfeo, esto de dormir solo, solo, solo, de dormir un solo sueño! El sueño de uno solo es la ilusión, la apariencia; el sueño de dos es ya la verdad, la realidad. ¿Qué es el mundo real sino el sueño que soñamos todos, el sueño común?

Gafita e o fudula si se crede frumusetea lumii, pentru ca barbatu-sau o poarta gatita. Frumoasa i s-a fi parand lui dar nu este.

Ju? wtedy wyglÄ…daÅ' na imbecyla, jak wielu perkusistów podczas gry, chocia? w innych okolicznoÅ›ciach wyglÄ…dajÄ… caÅ'kiem normalnie.

Her father had taught her not to judge people on such shallow points: What a man wore or owned had nothing to do with his heart and character.

O pai ensinara-a a não julgar ninguém por coisas tão superficiais: o que um homem vestia ou possuía nada tinha que ver com o seu coração e caráter.

Too pretty. That's her problem.

She was more cute than pretty, more pretty than beautiful.

It was as if she had decided some time ago that she would not care what she looked like beyond being clean, as if to pay penance for having once cared about such things, when in fact she had not.

Her face was soft now, damp from the steam of my bath and the heat of her news. Her eyebrows were as white as cornsilk, her eyelashes clear. My sister had a certain pale, bright beauty, while I was an almost blonde, a shadowy hybrid. Ginnie was willowy and golden, I was shorter and freckled. I imagined our in utero tug-of-war. How she had seized all those pale, paternal Scandinavian genes, pulled at those chromosomes until they stretched like taffy.

I initially thought you were ugly, but then you walked closer to me and I realized you were pretty.

As you can see, when I write, I like to look like I'm recovering from tuberculosis.

So, with my zit throbbing like a nightclub, I went to the interview.