Quotes About Superficiality

Modeling is a lonely business... You don't speak. You don't really portray anything but an image... the business is so superfluous about dealing with the outside, it messes with your mind.

Bowie and McCartney arrived, and the biscuits and caviare started and I left immediately. I don't like shouting across rooms, with people in shiny suits who look like used-car salesmen.

Joel was only twenty-six but there was about him the sense of something over-ripe and gone to seed. He was not tall, and not exactly fat. But once noticed, immediately, those large red lips, which hovered on that balancing point where sensuality becomes greed. His fleshy face was a trifle too smooth and the skin glistened like a suspect apple which had been waxed to give it extra sales appeal.

Privilege encased them, surrounded them like armor. In the cast of their faces was the assumption that they would never have to take anything very seriously. For the first time in my life I saw the truth in the old proposition that the rich were better-looking.

You stupid bastard, does what you're fighting for look so real now? Skin pigment. What a laugh! Why not eye color? Too bad nobody ever thought of that. It cuts it a little finer, but basically it's the same thing.

It's all on the surface. Advantage of wealth and power makes this available to them, but it's ersatz as the day is long.

I kept waiting for him to lay bare something more than this pointed unobjectionableness, but all that rose to the surface was more surface

L'incanto irresistibile che continuiamo a esercitare, fino alla fine, con la superficie del nostro corpo […] si dimostra la cosa più seria che c'è nella vita. Il corpo, del quale uno non si può spogliare per quanti sforzi faccia, del quale è impossibile liberarsi fino alla morte.

Modern culture's insatiable appetite for photo-ops keeps the not-so-accomplished Tinkerbelles from gracefully slipping into obscurity where they should have remained in the first place.

It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say.

they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder.

To paraphrase Lorne Michaels (my countryman), it's the kind of place where they award Miss Canada to the runner-up, because the prettiest already gets to be prettiest.

Death by Trivial Pursuits

She loves to make a fuss, but she is rarely very attached to the fuss she makes.

All is not gold that glitters,'" he began, his eyes flaming. "That's not it," said Mistigris. "'All is not old that titters.' You'll never get on in diplomacy if you don't know your proverbs better than that.

Látta feje fölött elrepülni a démont, akit oly könny? angyalnak nézni, a csillogó szárnyú sátánt, aki drágaköveket hajigál, aranynyilait a paloták homlokzatára lövelli, bíborba öltözteti a n?ket, és ostoba fénnyel árasztja el az eredetileg oly egyszer? trónokat: hallgatta a hiúság istenének rikoltozását, akinek hamis csillogása mintha a hatalmat jelképezné.

That was what was cruel about superficial change: it exposed what could never change.

It seemed to Rebus that the more expensive something was, the less of it there always seemed to be: tiny little hi-fi systems, watches without numbers, the translucent Dior ankle-socks on Michael's feet.

La felicidad de los superficiales: cuando un hombre que ha perdido su asno lo encuentra otra vez.

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

The salesmen bought me perfume and invited me to lunch. But they couldn't talk to me about why families of guajiros slept in the city's parks under flashing Coca-Cola signs. Those men only murmured sweet nonsense to me, trying in vain to flatter me.

Some hypocrites and seeming mortified men, that held down their heads, were like the little images that they place in the very bowing of the vaults of churches, that look as if they held up the church, but are but puppets.

Our modern world, though infinitely more complex than that of ancient Greece, is also far more superficial. Where the Greeks offered simple psychological training, we live in an age of style and spin in which perceptions of good and evil slither and shift with the political view of the moment.

Life is far kinder to shallow people.