Quotes About Superficiality

leathery tan face and eyes popping from white rings of flesh left by tanning goggles, had his head so far up his ass that he needed a snorkel to breathe. At least most thought so.

We Americans are great on fillers, as if what we have, what we are, is not enough…. We have only to look at the houses we build to see how we build against space, the way we drink against pain and loneliness. We fill up space as if it were a pie shell, with things whose opacity further obstructs our ability to see what is already there.

Las clases media y alta viven ahora tan protegidas, su existencia tan controlada, que carecen de cicatrices. Y a falta de cicatrices se tatúan. También por eso la ropa nueva que compran está rota y con desgaste simulado, como si hubiese sido usada por años en trabajos rudos. A estas generaciones les faltan heridas, calle, golpes».

The newspapers of today chronicle with degrading avidity the sins of the second-rate, and with the conscientiousness of the illiterate give us accurate and prosaic details of the doings of people of absolutely no interest whatever. I must give them up.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way.

I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features.

All is vanity and everybody's vain. Women are terribly vain. So are men - more so, if possible.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

You can't even sing or play an instrument, so you just scream instead. You're living for an image, so you got five hundred women in your bed.

A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty it won't do her much good.

I would rather carry around a plastic bag with five thousand Euro inside, than carry around a Louis Vuitton/Gucci/Prada bag with only one hundred Euro inside!

There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair

Pretty women with no soul like paintings on the wall

People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.

We've always been fascinated with movie stars and singers, but the fascination with people who really have nothing to offer is something new.

L.A. is... I always feel sort of abducted when I'm there, like I've stepped onto another planet where everyone looks the same.

There are moments when you're stepping out of a really nice car on to a red carpet, and you feel inside like, 'This is quite nice,' but I'm never whisked off my feet.

And what voices! A sort of over-fedness, a fatuous self-confidence, a constant bah-bahing of laughter about nothing, above all a sort of heaviness & richness combined with a fundamental ill-will—people who, one instinctively feels, without even being able to see them, are the enemies of anything intelligent or sensitive or beautiful.

Todd was everything Tallahassee was looking for: young, handsome, ambitious and completely full of shit.

People who judge you by what you wear or how good you look aren't worth knowing anyway.

We'd be nowhere without our looks.

Instagram doesn't leave a lot of room for nuance.

In L.A., like, there's a lot of, like, materialism, and, you know, people who think they're better than each other because of the clothes they wear or how they dress, and in Oakland, it's not like that.