Quotes About Superficiality

I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

Varnish and gilding hide many stains.

Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs. Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs. Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs. Allen of her gowns.

Finchè l'immaginazione altrui galopperà per formarsi opinioni errate sulla nostra condotta e giudicarla da superficiali apparenze, la nostra felicità sarà sempre, si può dire, nelle mani del caso.

John Thorpe [...] was a stout young man of middling height, who, with a plain face and ungraceful form, seemed fearful of being too handsome unless he wore the dress of a groom, and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil, and impudent where he might be allowed to be easy.

She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning. She really looked almost wild.

It may be that we have become so feckless as a people that we no longer care how things do work, but only what kind of quick easy outer impression they give.

The others are all common mouths chattering, empty heads like wooden whistles blowing common tunes.

Hollywood these days." "We've

How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

No scorn like the scorn of an aging queen for a pretty girl with a crap fake DL.

Fame is a very unnatural human condition.

I could have been more famous if I did all the glitzy things, but celebrity always seemed so unnecessary.

I don't like when people seem to put every single thing on and just walk up and down outside waiting to be photographed. I think that's a bit lame.

Looks are temporary and don't mirror what's inside. And usually, a great looking man is so vain. Maybe most good-looking women are too. I hope I'm not!

It's funny that it all becomes about clothes. It's bizarre. You work your butt off and then you win an award and it's all about your dress. You can't get away from it.

Celebrity! It's become the most disgusting word on the planet. It makes me sick to my stomach.

People are persuaded to spend money we don't have, on things we don't need, to create impressions that won't last, on people we don't care about.

The disease of our times is that we live on the surface. We're like the Platte River, a mile wide and an inch deep. I always say, "If you want to become a billionaire, invent something that will allow people to indulge their own Resistance." Somebody did invent it. It's called the Internet. Social media. That wonderland where we can flit from one superficial, jerkoff distraction to another, always remaining on the surface, never

Social media. That wonderland where we can flit from one superficial, jerkoff distraction to another, always remaining on the surface, never going deeper than an inch.

The disease of our times is that we live on the surface.

The disease of our times is that we live on the surface. We're like the Platte River, a mile wide and an inch deep. I always say, "If you want to become a billionaire, invent something that will allow people to indulge their own Resistance." Somebody did invent it. It's called the Internet. Social media. That wonderland where we can flit from one superficial, jerkoff distraction to another, always remaining on the surface, never going deeper than an inch.

He explained that he had spent more than 30 years with people he didn't like to buy things he didn't need. Life had become a succession of trophy wives—he was on lucky number three—expensive cars, and other empty bragging rights. Mark was one of the living dead. This is exactly where we don't want to end up.