Quotes About Impression

Her hostile behavior had been deliberate. Men make themselves forget women who are unimpressed by them; Konstantin had taught her that. And no one at Fort Bragg remembers Sylvie Dazat.

Each generation stamps itself onto the next one. The impression is indelible. Like the flowers in my mother's gardens that come and go with the changing seasons, life re-creates itself. And the best of life must be nurtured if it is to thrive.

A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one.

I think I know what sort of person I am. But then I think, But this stranger will imagine me quite otherwise when he or she hears this or that to my credit, for instance that I have a position at the university: the fact that I have a position at the university will appear to mean that I must be the sort of person who has a position at the university.

Here is a woman I know coming up to me. She is very excited, but she is not an interesting woman. What excites her will not be interesting, it will simply not be interesting.

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When they passed room 103, four guys dressed like skaters ran to the doorway and leaned outside. "Hey, Tianna," the first one shouted. "Looking fine," the second one added. "Thanks," she answered, and watched the other two admire her. "I can't believe the impression you've already made with the guys.

Sometimes a phrase lands in your soul with such weight it leaves the deepest impression.

Raw emotions — anger, frustration, bitterness, resentment — are the feelings we tend to hide from people we want to impress but spew on those we love the most.

I always thought you were someone things happened to." "What sorts of things?" "You know. I thought you led a life of risk and adventure." She shrugged. "Here's what I know: People will think that, if you have a certain kind of hair.

I doubt if the effect of witnessing a total eclipse ever quite passes away. The impression is singularly vivid and quieting for days, and can never be wholly lost. A startling nearness to the gigantic forces of nature and their inconceivable operation seems to have been established. Personalities and towns and cities, and hates and jealousies, and even mundane hopes, grow very small and very far away.

We live in an image society. Speeches are not what anybody cares about what they care about is the picture.

He looked at her as if she had just said something surprising. He appeared almost vulnerable for a moment.

Now that I knew who she was, such meekness looked absurd on her, like a great eagle trying to hunch down to fit inside a sparrow's nest.

She [Mother Legge] was a vast, dusky, double-chinned mountain of a woman, with astute, little grey eyes; eyes that seemed rather to aim at not seeing what she wanted to avoid, than at seeing what she wanted to see.

I drove out. There were a half-dozen cars there. A house man let me in. Brell came hurrying to me to pump my hand. He was a trim-bodied man in his late forties, dark and handsome in a slightly vulpine way, and I suspected he wore a very expensive and inconspicuous hair piece. He looked the type to go bald early. He had a resonant voice and a slightly theatrical presence. He wore tailored twill ranch pants and a crisp white shirt with blue piping.

His wife, Gerry, was a truly stunning blonde in her middle twenties, tall and gracious, but with eyes just a little cold to match a smile so warm and welcoming.

I awakened on Monday with the impression that I might have to get up and bang my head against the wall to get my heart started.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

and then politely asked me who I was, and fulsomely, where I had learnt such excellent French. We exchanged a few sentences. He himself was here for only a day or two. He wasn't French, he said, but Belgian. He found Phraxos 'pittoresque, mais moins belle que Délos'.

His natural taciturnity was in his favour; nothing could be more calculated to give people, especially people with property (Soames had no other clients), the impression that he was a safe man. And he was safe. [...] How could he fall, when his soul abhorred circumstances which render a fall possible - a man cannot fall off the floor!

If people don't occasionally walk away from you shaking their heads, you're doing something wrong.

And never fall into that statistical macho trap that's so prevalent in fly-fishing these days. If you keep score, you can be beaten, but if you refuse to compete you can leave the impression that you have long since risen above that kind of crap. When someone says to you, "I caught forty-eight trout and ten of them were twenty inches or better. How'd you do?" say, "Yeah, we got some. Couple nice ones, too.

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