Quotes About Appearance

You can pour syrup on a turd, but that don't make it a pancake.

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Straining to appear judicial, he turned toward the jury box. "The jurors shall disregard the last… uh… colloquy between the witness and defense counsel." Might as well ask the residents of Pompeii to ignore the volcano.

In his dark suit, white shirt, and rep tie, he looked—and sounded—utterly professional. There was little chance he would make a mistake on direct or get tripped up on cross by a pettifogger, such as my own wily self.

She has a most kindly visage, and a well-upholstered body that is pleasingly puddingy

Those with a moral deficit put on a good show, and sleep like a baby.

Everything that is not as it appears, I think it is from your country.

Men differ by what they show, and have in common what they hide.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

Alas! I have more hair on my shoulders then on my head.

The hairs on her chin were like little metal filings; they appeared to vibrate like antennae in search of prey.

Each time we peer into the mirror, our minds are set to wondering: Am I looking older these days? Am I as attractive as I used to be? Should I get surgery? Maybe I should get contacts, buy wrinkle cream, or color my hair. Mirrors, by their very nature, focus us on our physical appearance in the most superficial of ways. And by constantly rerouting our thoughts back to how we look, they make us sitting ducks for advertising ploys that promise to make us more attractive.

If it's very ugly, maybe it's hideous?

When I turned to leave the groom to his work, I saw that D's ranch manager had been watching us. His name was Boy Long, and he was exotic-looking for these parts, with jet-black hair and a single gold hoop in one ear. His particular flair made me think of a pirate. "What's in the tincture?" he wanted to know. "Nothing unusual." He looked me up and down. "I don't believe you, but you can keep your secret." A

I just remember that everything looked the same-all style and no substance

Young people could get away with rough clothing but unless the elderly dressed with care they looked like homeless vagabonds

This is how people wanted to appear to the world and to later generations. It is how they wished to be remembered no matter how hard life might have become. They framed themselves in their best clothes and with their most valuable possessions and smiled. Hard times and collapsing marriages and heavy labor was nobody's business but their own.

Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.

Tania…where did you get all those freckles?" he asked softly. "I know, they're so annoying. It's the sun," she replied, blushing and touching her face as if wanting to scrub off the freckles that covered the bridge of her nose and spread in sprinkles under her eyes. Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart. "What about your blonde hair?" he continued, just as softly. "Is that the sun, too?

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Style is not a replacement for substance, and cannot camouflage a lack of substance.

I also worry about the incessant drumbeat of self-objectification: the pressure on young women to reduce their worth to their bodies and to see those bodies as a collection of parts that exist for others' pleasure; to continuously monitor their appearance; to perform rather than to feel sensuality.

She was a beautiful woman, fresh-scrubbed and wholesome. Just like his ex-fiancee. A heartless floozy in disguise.

If every man's internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?