Quotes About Image

This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.

I have in my mind's eye an image of what a perfect mother and wife should be; and in her whom I must call "Mother" I find no trace of that image.

Anyone can put on a charming exterior when they want to.

Nanny McBride," she said with a straight face. His old nanny. His eyes flew open. "Nanny McBride?" "I'm sure she'd be much better than I am at administering a good whipping. Yes, I can just see Nanny McBride in a red French corset with black lace—" "Stop!" he roared. He shuddered. "That's an image that's going to stick in my mind forever. Horrible.

The whole game in the fifties and early sixties was for no one to know who you really were. We children were witness to the total pretense of how our parents wanted the world to see them. We helped them maintain this image, because if anyone outside the family could see who they really were deep down, the whole system, the ship of your family, might sink. We held our breath to give the ship buoyancy. We were little air tanks.

It does not matter what the media say, so long as they say something with one's name in it.

Qué tendría que haber hecho Cristo para que lo siguiera como Mateo o Pedro? Vestirse bien, para empezar. Y tener una cabeza lujuriosa de abundante cabello rubio.

I myself had not known the lines of human expression still remained to me, and I was most happy to discover them, and I rather liked the image that I presented in the glass.

After every feeding, I am embraced by him, and blood is drawn from me into him by a thousand infinitesimal wounds, strengthening the image him, and binding to his presence a soft fragrance which Goblin never had before. With each passing month, Goblin becomes stronger and his assaults on me more prolonged.

It was my own head, in semi-profile, carved skillfully from a fine piece of double-strata sardonyx so that the image was entirely white and remarkably detailed. The background was a pure and shining black.

You never, never ask a young man to take you anywhere, Molly. It's cheap. It sounds desperate. It sounds like you can't get a date any other way. With your height and those big breasts, you're always going to have to be careful not to look desperate. A real beauty can get away with it, maybe, but the rest of us ordinary girls have to be very, very careful not to look desperate.

She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.

Oh, the lengths this family would go to so as not to spoil the picture of how things were supposed to be!

Of great importance, as I have said in another context, the image of Texas has a gender and a race: "Texas is a White man.

Shay scowled. "What, can't you stand me? Do you need to get some picture into your head so you can imagine it instead of my face?" "Shay! Come on. It's just for fun." "Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly!" "This whole game is just designed to make us hate ourselves.

If there's an image of the apocalypse, I thought, it might be a man in a business suit building a fire in the courtyard of an abandoned high rise.

Doug needs to leave for a very simple reason. He's been branded. Everyone at the company has an expectation of who Doug is and what he can do.

I would look dreadful in black.

Stavia saw herself as in a picture, from the outside, a darkly cloaked figure moving along a cobbled street, the stones sheened with a soft, early spring rain.

For the moment, he's off plotting his Igoresque revenge. I don't know about you, but I have this image of him rubbing his hands together and laughing like Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory. (Kyrian)

Tory frowned at his backpack on the floor and the way he kept it within easy reach. What's in that backpack, by the way? You're always guarding it like it holds national security secrets or something. Dirty underwear. She rolled her eyes. Thanks so much for that image. You asked.

Looks like you're naked." His jaw worked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I beg your pardon?" "Beg all you want, you're still going to be naked." Tabitha paused at the wicked image in her mind. "Come to think of it, a gorgeous, begging, naked man… that's the stuff of fantasies. Begging won't get you your clothes, but it could get you something else." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

If you're 1 of the 3 girls in pics with a greaseball whose arms are around you at a club you lose at life. If you're the greaseball you win.

We are who people think we are.