Quotes About Impression

Frieda was very special," O'Keeffe recalls. "I can remember very clearly the first time I ever saw her, standing in a doorway, with her hair all frizzed out, wearing a cheap red calico dress that looked as though she'd just wiped out the frying pan with it. She was not thin, and not young, but there was something radiant and wonderful about her.

The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.

Calumny requires no proof. The throwing out of malicious imputations against any character leaves a stain which no after-refutation can wipe out. To create an unfavourable impression, it is not necessary that certain things should be true, but that they have been said.

It's good to know that there's a fine line between an "outfit" and a "getup."

Her figure is harder to ignore than a ringing telephone.

A fair exterior is a silent recommendation.

If the announcer can produce the impression that he is a gentleman, he may pronounce as he pleases.

The glittering generalities of the speaker have left an impression more delightful than permanent.

No one could be so wise as Thurlow looked.

What that shows on the outside speaks volumes of the inside.

The Pasha sighed. He often did that when he took up quarters before a fortress that had to be taken. It was a reflex prompted by the first impression, always the deepest, before he became accustomed to the situation — it was rather like getting used to a woman.

No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust. Yet very sweet. Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.

What kind of look are you going for?" he asked instead. "Clothed.

The guy didn't have resting bitch face so much as resting I'm-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.

Up in front, Fritz, as his name was, was driving like a bat out of hell—not exactly something you expected from a butler who looked like he was seven thousand years old.

What? he said. "Oh, you're thinking about my glock. Yeah, it's a big one.

As they passed, Duke nodded, and John Matthew, as he was called, did the same—and that was the extent of it. No one had ever heard the SOB say a word, but by the same token, anyone built like that didn't have to talk.

The guy didn't have resting bitch face so much as resting I'm-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face. Swallowing

Parecía la personificación misma de la muerte y, al igual que la muerte, daba la impresión de sentirse cómodo trabajando en el frío.

Yeah, like Dieter from Sprockets." "Mike Myers is a god.

Più tardi, molto più tardi, lui si sarebbe ricordato di quel momento tra loro…sembrava dover durare per sempre, allungarsi verso l'infinito. Tutti i dettagli si impressero nella sua memoria, dalla scintilla nei suoi occhi alla lucentezza dei capelli, dal modo in cui sorrideva al rossore sulle guance. I ricordi diventano speciali quando sono tutto quello che ti rimarrà dell'amata.

He had no idea of the impression he was making and cared less...He was finally an Angel, as I always knew he would become; but like any Angel he still had rages and furies...