Quotes About Impression

He was probably insulting her, but the way he said the word made her feel almost tall and, if not blonde, then certainly highlighted.

It may be true that you can't judge a book by its cover, Daisy G. had told Blister just last summer. But the cover tells you something about the book and don't ever pretend it doesn't.

Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel.

A lovely young Italian girl passed by. Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion. Dr Greysteel could only suppose that he was treating the young woman to the Byronic profile and the Byronic expression.

She spoke Basque, which is a language which rarely makes any impression upon the brains of any other race, so that a man may hear it as often and as long as he likes, but never afterwards be able to recall a single syllable of it.

But, curiously, though Mr. Norrell was able to work feats of the most breath-taking wonder, he was only able to describe them in his usual dry manner, so that Sit Walter was left with the impression that the spectacle of half a thousand stone figures in York Cathedral all speaking together had been rather a dull affair and that he had been fortunate in being elsewhere at the time.

He is much too personable to be wholesome.

Your energy introduces yourself before you even speak.

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

She was exactly like her house, expensive and elegant, but not at all comfortable.

He hablado en muchas partes de la impresión que me produjo esa lectura (el Ulises), pues la novela de Joyce fue algo mucho más importante y decisivo que una mera influencia: fue la Epifanía a de una vocación.

Él había andado por la vida así, a punta de frases breves y enigmáticas, dejando caer boronas de información donde los demás pudieran ver una sugerencia y llenar el resto del cuadro con su propia imaginación, con sus propias memorias.

Por el modo de vestirse, cada uno hace de su cuerpo una ficción.

The sensation wasn't repellent, though she had believed somewhere it would be. Someone had left her with that impression, but, whoever they were, they were wrong. It was ... mesmerizing. She could sense the length of him against her buttocks as well as a kind of heaviness, a substantive presence. He was changing right there under her, growing longer and thicker, information she acquired through the unlikely source of her bum, while he kissed her mouth.

The way we dress affects the way we think. the way we feel. the way we act. & the way others react to us.

It wasn't obvious to my generation how or if one could become oneself, an individual, without performing what the psychoanalyst Louise Kaplan memorably called a "female-female impersonation.

It doesn't even matter if they out-and-out abhor me, Because when I am done with them, they'll totally adore me.

Ye Must Take Me For A Featherbrain - Mared Lockhart

Es una de las ciudades más bellas del mundo —le dijo Max refiriéndose a Cracovia. Ella le dio la razón en cuanto llegaron a la ciudad, pero le impresionó

Everyone looked better at a distance. Everyone sounded sweetest when you did not have to hear them talk too long.

When you walk into a room," he said softly, "the air changes.

You're charm can be terrifying." "I suppose if you put it that way I cannot help but be complimented.

They all turned to the dark-haired woman standing quietly to the side and slightly behind Aunt Charlotte. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Everything about her was perfection, from her shiny hair to her milky-white skin. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips full and pink, and her eyelashes were so long that Honoria thought they must touch her brows if she opened her eyes too wide. "Well," Honoria murmured to Iris, "at least no one will be looking at us.