Quotes About Superficiality

Guys who always shined their shoes were usually self-involved asswipes who figure superficiality trumps substance.

The women were, in this smoky light, largely on the attractive side, albeit young, and dressed more like they were playing adults than actually being ones. The majority of the women had their cell phones out, skinny fingers tapping off texts; they danced with a languorousness that bordered on comatose. Esperanza

Mayor Gusherowski approached Adam with a Guy Smiley smile—the perfect blend of game show host and Muppet. "Wonderful to meet you, Adam!" He gave Adam the perfunctory too-enthusiastic handshake, adding that little pull toward him that politicians believed made the recipient feel somehow inferior or obligated. "Can I call you Adam?" "Sure, Mr. Mayor." "Oh

Tinsel town is full of liars, show-offs and spineless hypocrites.

No one really cares about you but you. They say they do, but everyone in Hollywood is a heat-seeking missile, and it's easy to go after the cute girl or guy that's new to town.

Like a physically beautiful but otherwise rather dull person who trades on his or her looks, Southern California swings perpetually between a profound inferiority complex and an equally profound sense of entitlement.

Too many young folk have addiction to superficial things and not enough conviction for substantial things like justice, truth and love.

I learned a long time ago not to judge people by what they look like, sound like, or by the clothes they wear. Just because a house is nice and shiny out front doesn't mean it's not rotting on the inside. (Kyrian)

She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didn't always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?

There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.

Of course you can judge a book by its cover; moreover, we are obliged to.

Outward appearances mean everything.

The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!

We love good looks rather than what is practical, Though good looks may prove destructive.

There's too much dressing up and not enough places to go.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

It's hard to make the prettiest clothes fit a miserable man.

They grow the fruit, But eat the rind

Just because he played his stupid violin at Carnegie Hall when he was twelve does not make him hot.

Since we live in a society that promotes faddism and temporary superficial adaptation of different values, we are easily convinced that changes have occurred in arenas where there has been little or no change.

Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another.

The amateur prizes shallowness and shuns depth. The culture of Twitter and Facebook is paradise for the amateur.

Compare photographs of Jimmy Swaggart and Donald Trump, and they look like brothers from some strange union of Mardi Gras floats: huge heads, strange colors, balloon bodies, mouths disconnected from brains.

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. OSCAR WILDE, in a letter