Quotes About Ugly

I thought you were a narcissist. Koppel burst into laughter. I'm too ugly to be a narcissist, he said.

Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

Many on the political left are so entranced by the beauty of their vision that they cannot see the ugly reality they are creating in the real world.

A jealous husband is an ugly thing.

Actually this book is built on a rather fragile premise: that good code matters. I have seen too much ugly code make too much money to believe that quality of code is either necessary or sufficient for commercial success or widespread use.

But whoever always wants only fortune of others is ugly, since he cripples himself. A murderer is one who wants to force others to blessedness, since he kills his own growth.

But why is it so . . . aesthetically lacking?" "It's tradition. The uglier the bridesmaid's dress, the better the bride looks. Also, it's a great distraction. Everyone who witnessed me leaving will remember this monstrosity and little else.

Bruce, you're an ugly and silly old man. You're very possibly an alcoholic and God knows what else. You're the type of sad case who preys on vulnerable, weak and stupid women in order to boost his own shattered ego. You're a mess. You've gone wrong somewhere pal.

When I go into 'You're the Worst,' I'm very glammed up, and my hair and makeup is va-va-voom. Now what I'm having fun with in 'Grease' is, honestly, I go to rehearsals with zero makeup. When I get pimples, I get excited about it, like 'Yay! It helps the character!' The frumpier and uglier and grosser, the better with Jan.

One thing that will make you quit smoking is sitting across from Keith Richards all night. I don't mind being ugly, but I sure don't want to look like that.

It's easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations—then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what's ugly.

And for the people who promote drones as the answer to everything, there is a danger from being distanced from the reality of the ugly mess of war.

I'm not beautiful. My mother—" "I know. Your mother was a knockout, and you're paper bag ugly... Sorry to upset all those cherished illusions of yours, but I don't see it your way." "That's because you didn't know her." "Could your mother have led tiger back into its cage?" "Maybe not that, but she was very good with men. They'd do anything for her." "This man will do anything for you.

Sitting at Prim's knees, guarding her, is the world's ugliest cat. Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash. Prim named him Buttercup, insisting that his muddy yellow coat matched the bright flower. He hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think he still remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket when Prim brought him home.

What every man should desire is an ugly woman with a beautiful heart, not a beautiful woman with an ugly heart.

Because nothing was sacred. Not in this world. Not in stones. Not in trees. Not in legacies. Certainly not in love.

To understand progress: all places we call ugly are both man-made and modern, never natural or historical.

A forced smile is uglier than a frown.

Yes, poisonous thing!" repeated Giovanni, beside himself with passion. "Thou hast done it! Thou has blasted me! Thou hast filled my veins with poison! Thou hast made me as hateful, as ugly, as loathsome and deadly a creature as thyself – a world's wonder of hideous monstrosity! Now, if our breath be happily as fatal to ourselves as to all others, let us join our lips in one kiss of unutterable hatred, and so die!

Beauty is nothing, beauty won't stay. You don't know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it's for something else.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked the heart away.

couldn't understand what was wrong with her or why she did it why she needed whiskey. there was nothing in my life as ugly as she was. now I have been drunk for 40 years and I hear all the voices of those I have known as one voice: "you just aren't yourself when you get drunk, you are one of the meanest drunks I have ever seen, you are disgusting…" well, I don't ask them to hang around and they don't.

Él era un hombre muy feo, su rostro cubierto de cicatrices. Pero si lo veías por un largo rato podías descubrir su belleza. La belleza la tenía en sus ojos, en su estilo y en su rabiosa soledad.

They were strange and ugly and wrong and horrible, and it all began to come back to him, they were men.