Quotes About Impression

You have to appear wiser and more prudent than is required by the people you are dealing with if you want to give a high opinion of yourself.

Young singers ask me, "Do I have to live in New York?" I say, "You can live wherever you want-as long as people think you live in New York."

Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.

When I was in England, I had seen advertisements about typing agencies; I had learned that if you really want to make a good impression, you should have your manuscript well typed.

Always remember, the person we're really working for is the person who's restoring the piece a hundred years from now. He's the one we want to impress.

When the weak want to give an impression of strength they hint menacingly at their capacity for evil. It is by its promise of a sense of power that evil often attracts the weak.

When using dialect, use it lightly. A dialect word here and there is enough. All you want to do is suggest. Never let it call attention to itself.

To write about long-dead people is one thing. To write about one's own lifetime is different. And of course I must take care to avoid writing anything that gives offense to the emperor. Yes, I'm finding it difficult. But never fear, I shall finish it, and Philip will be impressed.

I went into this bar and sat down next to a pretty girl. She looked at me and said, "Hey, you have two different colored socks on." I said, "Yeah, I know, but to me they're the same because I go by thickness."

Today I met with a subliminal advertising executive for just a second.

Light travels faster than sound. Isn't that why people appear bright before you hear them speak?

I saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.

My deductions have not impressed you at all, which leads me to think that you knew everything already.

He did not look at their faces, only their grins.

An extremely tall, good-looking young man with long tawny hair was making his way between the tables towards them. At first Daniel was sure he knew this person, but the impression was fleeting, and after only a moment, he realised the newcomer was a stranger.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.

It was hard for her to equate this slim, beautiful young man with the scruffy yob she usually encountered. The transformation confused her, yet she sensed Owen was completely in control of how he appeared to people. That unnverved her. It made her think he was, therefore, not to be controlled by her.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

Sofia sat down, giving an impression of outward composure, though within she fought the same maelstorm of emotion that showed plainly on Salamiel's face.

An urge to laugh fought to express itself in Pharinet's narrow chest. Everna looked so dramatic, all wild eyes, hawk nose, and flailing hair.

Meggie had the distinct impression that Tamara was playing with words, almost as if she was initating this argument purely for the sake of it.

Her friendliness and openness were quite at odds with her rather forbidding appearance.

A quivering sensation of power, of flame. Othman sucked the impression into his brain, savoured it. Daniel must not pick this up. Not yet. It was simple to exude a blocking stream, which, invisibly, wrapped as a caul around Daniel's senses. He was so young, so untrained. He could not fight it. Under Othman's influence, he abandoned the spirtual aspects of what he was doing and gave himself to lust.