Quotes About Appearance

His hair was leaving him as fast as his compassion had, so he grew some muttonchop whiskers to take your mind off his higher vacancy factor.

I'd recognized it only recently. I wasn't sure if it was because she had changed or I had, but it didn't really matter. I recognized it just the same... If you just noticed the shiny veneer on the outside, they'd always look perfect. So you had to peer closer, watch them when they didn't think they were being watched. Eventually, you'd notice the dings.

You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?

It's good to see you, little one." He (Uncle Eddie) scanned her short skirt. "I only wish I were not seeing quite so much of you.

If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.

Don't mind me," I said. "I'm just the person who tried to rob the place last July." "No, you diddn't," Abby said, appearing on the roof. She was wearing a trim suit and tall black boots. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail at the nape of her neck, and either i was imagining things or Townsend wasn't quite as good a spy as I thought, because I could have sworn I saw him drool a little. Note to self: your aunt is a hottie.

Don't let the glitter fool you." She wiggles her shiny nails in the air, then taps her temple. "I'm up here" "I see that," I say as Noah whispers a very soft, "I love you." "What?" Megan asks. "Nothing," Noah says, then pulls back and walks to the other side of the desk.

I felt like Barbie's less-than-perfect friend.

Grant didn't look like a sophomore - Grant looked like Brad Pitt's body double.

it kept him from seeing the tears that were forming at the corners of my eyes, threatening to test the waterproofness of Macey's new mascara

Somehow, I think the fact that the inceptor looked like a cross between a young George Clooney and Orlando Bloom might have played into that a little bit.

This is probably a pretty good time to point out that while it may appear that I was lurking—I wasn't. Lurking is what creepy guys with random facial hair and stains on their shirts do. Geniuses with three years of top secret spy training don't lurk—we surveil. (Okay, I might have been lurking—a little.)

Uncle Eddie admitted with a shrug, still holding her and beaming. "It's good to see you, little one." He scanned her short skirt. "I only wish I were not seeing quite so much of you.

Como nada sale gratis, el coñac le ha asignado a otra raza. Ahora parece un piel roja, rojiza su cara en general, en particular sus pómulos, repletos de venillas rotas que se ramifican día tras día para conquistar ya la base de su nariz.

lo que les permite discernir con implacable rigor las fantasías y deseos propios de cada sexo pese a que, en apariencia, sólo han tenido ocasión de conocer uno de las dos.

A man who works hard and uses his wealth to purchase jewelry to adorn himself, suits tailored in London, shoes handmade in Rome, and a hundred-thousand-dollar sportscar, which he drives cautiously and keeps in meticulous repair, will be view

Peut-il arriver mieux à une belle jeune fille que de tomber sur un monstre ?

When my dad was badly weakened by the flu and my mom wanted to call an ambulance to take him to the emergency room, he wouldn't go unless he could shave first and change into a nice shirt and a pair of slacks.

I adore clothes - they're my weakest link! My mother was the same, and she taught me always to look polished.

As for my looks, if I didn't look the way I do, I would probably be one of those many faces doing a romcom, which I detest. The way I look has somewhere defined the characters I played. My weakness has become my strength.

When you're accustomed to wealth, you don't show it, right? That's why the white kids in school could wear bummy sneakers; it's almost like, 'Don't show wealth - that's crass.'

Shoes for men are about elegance or wealth; they are not playing with the inner character.

A hair-hopper is someone who pretends they're rich, who really wasn't brought up very wealthy but now tries to brag that they're rich, and they spend too much time on their hair.

You don't really see ugly people that are old, or a bit grotty and smelly, in the media. If a Martian came down, they would think we were all tall, thin, attractive and wealthy.