Quotes About Superficiality

TV likes you to talk about the superficial.

The fashion world is 10,000 times more superficial than the art world. Fashion people are so much crazier than art-world people. They are constantly trying to leech from the art world, but they will never be able to do what we do.

Being in the spotlight, you know, you tend to kind of forget who you are. And being an artist... it could be a very superficial job. It could be very pretentious as well.

I used to look at fashion from a superficial standpoint, and I can admit now that I wasn't so nice of a person.

If looks help, that's great, but we don't want it to be the featured thing. It's totally superficial.

If you get too caught up with the superficial part of beauty, you get too self-conscious.

The way I work, and the material we work with, I think if you analyze too much and have too many specific ideas, it just becomes a little bit too superficial, and then performances might become too self-conscious and project relatively narrow things.

It's very difficult to be fully accepting of who you are when you've got that superficial world out there.

I have this thing in my brain that I just wish I lived in a different time era. And I think that's honestly just because of social media and everything, like phones and the whole shebang. I feel like relationships are more superficial.

Is it possible that despite our inventions and progress, despite our culture, religion and knowledge of the world, we have remained on the surface of life?

Is it possible that despite our inventions and progress, despite our culture, religion and knowledge of the world, we have remained on the surface of life? Is it possible that even that surface, which might still have been something, has been covered with unbelievably boring material, leaving it looking like drawing-room furniture in the summer holidays.

I hate this shallow Americanism which hopes to get rich by credit, to get knowledge by raps on midnight tables, to learn the economy of the mind by phrenology, or skill without study, or mastery without apprenticeship.

But how insular and pathetically solitary are all the people we know! Nor dare they tell what they think of each other when they meet in the street. We have a fine right, to be sure, to taunt men of the world with superficial and treacherous courtesies!

the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs. Yet

People don't talk about anything... No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else.

Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild?

Spesso scivolo come un serpente su una vettura della sotterranea a sentire cosa dicono le persone. O nelle mescite di bibite dolci, e sapete che cosa ho scoperto? - - Che cosa? - - Che la gente non dice nulla. - - Oh, parlerà pure di qualche cosa, la gente! - - No, vi assicuro. Parla di una gran quantità di automobili, parla di vestiti e di piscine e dice che sono una meraviglia! Ma non fanno tutti che dire le stesse cose e nessuno dice qualcosa di diverso dagli altri. -

Mais surtout, j'aime observer les gens. Il m'arrive de passer toute une journée dans le métro à les regarder et à les écouter. Et vous savez quoi? _ Quoi? _ Les gens ne parlent de rien. (...) Ils citent une ribambelle de voitures, de vêtements et de piscines et ils disent: Super! Mais ils disent tous la même chose et personne n'est jamais d'un avis différent.

Après tout, on vit à l'époque des Kleenex. On fait avec les gens comme avec les mouchoirs, on froisse après usage, on jette, on en prend un autre, on se mouche, on froisse, on jette. Tout le monde se sert des basques du voisin.

La gente no habla de nada. - ¡Oh, de algo hablarán! - No, de nada. Nombran una serie de automóviles, hablan de ropa o de piscinas y dicen que es estupendo. Pero todos comentan lo mismo y nadie tiene una idea original.

La gente no habla de nada. –Oh, tienen que hablar de algo. –No, no, de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente, y la mayor parte del tiempo, en los cafés, hacen funcionar los gramófonos automáticos de chistes, y escuchan chistes viejos

Christ, you could massacre half a Hindu village and still look like Peter Rabbit. What are you stuffed with?" "Chocolate bars. And I keep six kinds of ice-cream in my icebox, when I can afford it.

People don't talk about anything." "Oh, they must!" "No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell!

I let him run on, this papier-mache Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.