Quotes About Thin

I only have hair extensions because I feel like my hair is thin and I look like Pocahontas and I need some thickness and volume.

Beyonce has long, muscular legs but is tall, thin, and very curvy, even voluptuous.

The only clouds are pale and thin, hung as high as they can manage, like cobwebs in the high arches of a stairwell, and the sky is a freshly scrubbed blue, as permanent-looking as the first day of the holidays.

because there comes a point where greed and madness can no longer be told apart. This dividing line is very thin, just like a belt of film surrounding the earth's sphere. It's a delicate blue, and this transition from the blue to the black is very gradual and lovely.

I have huge admiration for Taylor Swift. She's tall, talented, young, thin, and beautiful. More importantly, she seems focused, generous, vulnerable, and kind.

Actually, I'm not a gym rat. I'm not a gym person - I've never been. I've always been blessed to be thin. If I'm waiting for the kettle to boil, I'm doing 15 lunges.

I have an odd theory on happiness, and it bothers people. My general theory is that happiness is a reward for an animal doing what it should be doing. So if a horse runs, it feels happy. Or if you are too thin, you can't be happy, because evolution wants you to be tense and anxious, trying to wake up in the morning looking for food.

Entonces oyó el llanto. Eso lo despertó: un llanto suave, delgado, que quizá por delgado pudo traspasar la maraña del sueño, llegando hasta el lugar donde anidan los sobresaltos.

Bacon ~ Roald Dahl loved the smell of bacon sizzling in a frying pan. He even had his own bacon slicer, so that he could carve slices that were exactly right—as thin as tissue paper.

It was thinner than a portrait painter in Constantinople...

Thin and pale as a starved poet

MacDuff I knew at Cambridge." "Oh, you did, did you? Describe him." "Tall. Tall and absurdly thin. And good-natured. A bit like a preying mantis that doesn't prey—a non-preying mantis if you like. A sort of pleasant genial mantis that's given up preying and taken up tennis instead.

One, a young man, was tall, thin and angular; even muffled inside a heavy dark coat he walked a little like an affronted heron. The

He was glad to see the agent back in form, at least superficially, his finely chiseled face so pale that it might have been crafted from marble, his eyes especially bright in the cool wash of natural light that filled the space. He was, however, as thin as a damn scarecrow.

There's a thin line between obsession and derangement, and I'm not at all sure the professor hasn't crossed it.

He was a thin, elegant-looking man with precise symmetrical features and the hushed, disapproving manner of a senior librarian.

Sometimes you go into a waiting room, and the audition room is right there, and the walls are extremely thin. And you can hear every breath that they're saying. And you're used to that. So you go in, and you're like, 'Oh, whatever.'

I did a very stupid diet where you have three food groups, and you never eat them together. It's so bloody tedious; I'm losing the will to live just describing it. I managed to stay very thin because you spent your life wandering around starving hungry looking for a chickpea to go with a chicken leg.

I do not like admitting that the Internet gets to me but I felt maybe it would be beneficial to acknowledge it, and again, just be mindful when you're out there or even when you see a friend and you want to first comment on their appearance, like, 'Ooh, you're looking a little thin,' or whatever you wanna say.

Look at our society. Everyone wants to be thin, but nobody wants to diet. Everyone wants to live long, but few will exercise. Everybody wants money, yet seldom will anyone budget or control their spending.

They went wild. I raised my eyes to their faces in the gloom and saw the thin skin of civilization stripped away, the rage laid out like raw flesh beneath.

Mrs. Appleyard, in contrast, was thin and sallow and when her husband was out of the apartment Ursula could hear her singing mournfully to herself in a language that she couldn't place. Something Eastern European by the sound of it. How useful Mr. Carver's Esperanto would be, she thought. (Only if everyone spoke it, of course.) And especially these days with so many refugees flooding into London.

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.

The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.