Quotes About Superficiality

Here," he said, thrusting the binoculars at Tabby to break the spell of her self-absorption. "Make sure no Germans are coming ashore like they did on Amagansett Beach." "Why would they, Daddy? There's nothing important here." "To help with your fingernails? Those seem to be very important." She yanked her fragment of a robe around her and stalked back indoors. Dexter seethed at her vanity and his own impulsiveness. It was a weakness.

You are not alone.'... I tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilisation reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?

Sólo la gente superficial e irreflexiva condena el egoísmo, cuando habría que erigirle altares como a numen tutelar: La pasión y el altruismo son los que casi siempre nos ponen en el caso de molestar, dañar y herir al prójimo: el egoísmo nunca. Consejero

one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.

beauty is the currency of betrayal!

Si percibo en otra persona nada más que lo superficial, percibo principalmente las diferencias, lo que nos separa. Si penetro hasta el núcleo, percibo nuestra identidad, el hecho de nuestra hermandad.

Surgically augmented breasts and a large vocabulary are two things that come to mind when I contemplate that which is showy and of little value, but I'm certain that you can think of others. also

And maybe that was why he'd fallen so easily for Bertie, who was skinny and polished, but with indolence instead of work.

Those who are greatly occupied in physical or material matters lack sufficient knowledge or have only superficial understanding of spiritual matters. Therefore, such people's opinions and judgments concerning spiritual matters carry no weight.

I've always felt so different from how I look. I meet so many pretty girls who are like, 'Here I am! Don't you want me because I look good?' That concept is so weird to me. I want to know, 'What else do you have going on?'

One of the weird things about Hollywood is we're all imposters; we're all just glammed up.

I never cared about modeling. As a model, you're powerless.

I believe there is a shallow side to every actor, who craves to be presented well.

I think the celebrities today, not all of them , but just the whole industry frustrates me because it is so fake. People pretend to be, a lot of the time, what they're not.

Pretending is the grease of non-relationships. Pretending is how you and I get through the day without ever having to know each other. When I walk in the room, you say to me, 'How are you?' Well, you don't want to know. And, frankly, I don't want to tell you. So I just say, 'Fine,' and you go, 'Fine.' And off we go.

We're in a period where society seems very attracted to flash, and that seeps into people's musical taste.

In Vegas, the veneer of glamor was bright but thin. You didn't have to look that hard to see the darker realities that lurked beneath the surface.

Because he'd given up, the surface of life was comfortable for him. He worked reasonably hard, was easy to get along with and, except for an occasional glimpse of inner emptiness shown in some short stories he wrote at the time, his days passed quite usually.

We have a tendency in this country to fall in love with noted personalities, like the drunks who throw their arms around a stranger's neck, only to push him away again after a while, for equally obscure reasons.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

Andrea's really good-looking," I say to Kendra in a low voice when I hear the Vespa and the jeep start up. "Whatever." She shrugs. "The weird thing? I love to, you know, hook a boy on the line, but when I do? I don't care about 'em anymore. I'm funny that way.

and right now I had to contend with a coterie of people who lived and died on the runway.