Quotes About Superficiality

The world was filling up with people, it seemed to him, who pulled their punches everywhere they went in life. Light beer, decaf coffee, low-sodium seltzer.

I have known tolerably well, a good many "successful" men—" big" financially—men famous during the last half-century, and a less interesting crowd I do not care to encounter. Not one that I have ever known would I care to meet again, either in this world or the next; nor is one of them associated in my mind with the idea of humor, thought or refinement. A set of mere money-getters and traders, they were essentially unattractive and uninteresting.

You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.

She studied him for a few more seconds. "You look too pretty to be useful." I gasped in spite of myself. Adrian chuckled and shook her hand. "Truer words were never spoken," he said.

You look too pretty to be useful. Truer words were never spoken.

Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

You chose books, I chose looks . Now see the difference?

Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

Her toenails were painted. It didn't help much. Never saw a toenail I liked.

With all the conveniences and clean simplicity we lived in, people had lost a lot of polish.

Beware of curiously shaped or oddly-got-up bottles: you are likely to be paying for the parcel rather than what is wrapped up in it.

Hun var så meget penere i ansiktet og snakket morsommere og var malet og var det de kalte chic, men hun var ikke så meget til det andre, slet ikke så storartet til det andre, det såes på hende, ingen bryster, flat, haha, gikk engang med hatten bak frem for å finde på noget.

Her enhanced boobs dwarfed my 32Cs; she could legit carry drinks without a tray. I always pictured her balancing martinis on her mammaries with circus music teed up.

The more one pleases generally, the less one pleases profoundly.

I had lesser friends who would pretend to be interested in a night of catching up and then morph into giggly backstabbers at the first whiff of Polo Aftershave--woman who were lightning fast with the put-down joke or dismissive wave, whatever it took to seem more pretty or witty or larger chested to the nighly swarm of male barflies.

This is the curse of superficial religion: the constant attempt to do outward things apart from inward transformation.

I'm getting a lot of uninteresting romantic lead guys that look good and fall in love sort of garbage.

Talking to him is rather like talking to a school play.

What you seem to like in my drawings is how they reveal the dark underside, or whatever it's called, of people you wouldn't think were particularly screwed up. But you should know the real goal of my work is a Dorian Gray type of thing. I make you look awful, and I start to look really good….

That's why I'm happy I'm famous for what I'm so famous for. Being gorgeous, I mean. It helps me believe in myself and not worry that I'm just a bunch of blue tubes inside a skin wrapper, which is what everyone actually is.

General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.

A smattering of everything, and a knowledge of nothing.

Just because we live in Vanity Fair, does not mean we have to look like Vanity Fair to warn the lovers of Vanity Fair to forsake Vanity Fair. Motives

Doesn't having been a model make you a little . . . visible?' 'Not at all,' I said. 'Exactly the opposite. People who've known me for years stare at me like they've never seen me before.' The smile was hurting my face.