Quotes About Appearance

I'm not usually a beard guy.

There's no way I can grow a Jesus beard in a week.

Obviously, I can't get away from having a disability, but sometimes when you have a beard and long hair, people can't figure it out.

And if I let myself down, appear on stage when I'm not looking my best, it's not fun for me. I just beat myself up about it.

If you're not a beautiful person, you can't do anything about it.

I will say I would much rather play someone who isn't the most spellbinding beautiful person because I am not that person and I don't want to worry about my angles or how good I look on that day.

Beethoven had a great look. It was very much about the drama of appearance.

The enemy now began to appear from the mast-head.

On movies, you have a lot of stylists that get things too pretty. Everything gets steamed and ironed. It's just not the way we really behave.

I think by being happy it actually affects the way that you look too.

There's nothing wrong with being pretty.

I look really young. I always get carded at bars. No one believes that I'm over 18, let alone over 21.

I've got little ankles and a bit of a belly, so it makes me look rather an egg on legs.

In politics, when you wake up, you can make out who belongs to which party. In cinema, you cannot make out who belongs where. Everybody looks like your friend.

In the middle sat Brad Blanton. He was a large man. His shirt, open to his chest, was yellow-white, like his hair. With his sunburned face, he looked like a red ball abandoned in dirty snow.

Can you make her out at all?' Benjamin shrugged. As usual, in Cicely's presence, he was afraid of appearing inarticulate, and as usual, this fear robbed him of his power of speech.

Do you work out, Michael? Attend a gym, or anything like that?' 'No. Why do you ask?' 'It's just that you have unusually firm buttocks. For a writer, that is. It was the first thing I noticed about you.

It rankled her that people richer than she were so often less worthy and attractive. More slobbish and louty. Comfort could be found in being poorer than people who were smart and beautiful. But to be less affluent than these T-shirted, joke-cracking fatsos-

Well, and that's what really counts, isn't it? I've become one of those women who put a ton of work into looking OK. If I can just go on and make a beautiful corpse, I'll have the whole problem pretty well licked.

It was unfair to have enjoyed her body when she was young and then burdened her with children and a thousand duties, only to now feel miserable whenever he had to venture into public with her and her sorry hair, her unavailing makeup, her seemingly self-spiting choice of dress. He pitied her for the unfairness; he felt guilty. But he couldn't help blaming her, too, because her unattractiveness advertised unhappiness.

Edith Wharton did have one potentially redeeming disadvantage: she wasn't pretty.

Over the years, Leila had come to believe that politicians were literally made of special stuff, chemically different stuff. The senator was flabby and bad-haired and acne-scarred and yet completely magnetic.

He reminded me of a beaver, all uncorrected overbite and senseless industry.

Her face and hair were on the verge of confirming a wicked little dictum of Leila's: Blondes don't age well. (Leila saw middle age as the Revenge of the Brunettes.)