408 Appearance Quotes

Look at The Rock's competition! Look at him! It looks like a big monkey came down here, took a crap, and out came Mankind!

I don't have false teeth. Do you think I'd buy teeth like these?

Actresses can get outrageously precious about the way they look. That's not what life's about. If you starve yourself to the point where your brain cells shrivel, you will never do good work. And if you're overly conscious of your arms flapping in the wind, how can you look the other actor in the eye to respond to them?

Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire.

Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.

Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There's no better rule.

Men don't get smarter when they grow older. They just lose their hair.

You have no idea what a long-legged gal can do without doing anything.

We have observed for thirty centuries that a large nose is a sign on the door of our face that says 'Herein dwells a man who is intelligent, prudent, courteous, affable, noble-minded and generous'. A small nose is a cork on the bottle of the opposite vices.

Although a man may wear fine clothing, if he lives peacefully; and is good, self-possessed, has faith and is pure; and if he does not hurt any living being, he is a holy man.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

I've exercised with women so thin that buzzards followed them to their cars.

When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something.

Tits always look better in a pink sweater.

A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality.

Virtue is not always amiable.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

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

If I negate powdered wigs, I am still left with unpowdered wigs.

Getting talked about is one of the penalties for being pretty, while being above suspicion is about the only compensation for being homely.

Some folks can look so busy doing nothing that they seem indispensable.

I have a better head of hair than Rick Perry; it's just not in a place I can show you.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Barring that natural expression of villainy which we all have, the man looked honest enough.

I don't mind that I'm fat. You still get the same money.

Cruel, but composed and bland, Dumb, inscrutable and grand, So Tiberius might have sat, Had Tiberius been a cat.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

My face - I see it in the mirror when I wash it every morning. It's an okay face. (1988)

When I see people with perfect teeth, it drives me up the wall. I'd rather swallow a tick than have that! (1995)

He was tall, blond and handsome, every inch the dashing half-Polish cavalry officer.

Rokossovsky was an imposing figure, tall, very good-looking, and well dressed; I understand he was a bachelor and was much admired by ladies.

The American character looks always as if it had just had a rather bad haircut, which gives it, in our eyes at any rate, a greater humanity than the European, which even among its beggars has an all too professional air.

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.

Fashion is the science of appearances, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

Ah, tenez, vous etes de la merde dans un bas de soie.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty and to someone else if she is plain.

An Assyrian wax statue, effeminate, but with the vitality of twenty men.

At five minutes to eleven on the morning named he was at the station, a false beard and spectacles shielding his identity from the public eye. If you had asked him he would have said that he was a Scotch business man. As a matter a fact, he looked far more like a motor-car coming through a haystack.

Henry glanced hastily at the mirror. Yes, he did look rather old. He must have overdone some of the lines on his forehead. He looked something between a youngish centenarian and a nonagenarian who had seen a good deal of trouble.

It was one of those cold, clammy, accusing sort of eyes--the kind that makes you reach up to see if your tie is straight: and he looked at me as I were some sort of unnecessary product which Cuthbert the Cat had brought in after a ramble among the local ash-cans.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.

Whenever I meet Ukridge's Aunt Julia I have the same curious illusion of having just committed some particularly unsavoury crime and-what is more-of having done it with swollen hands, enlarged feet, and trousers bagging at the knee on a morning when I had omitted to shave.

Blizzard was of the fine old school of butlers. His appearance suggested that for fifteen years he had not let a day pass without its pint of port. He radiated port and pop-eyed dignity. He had splay feet and three chins, and when he walked his curving waistcoat preceded him like the advance guard of some royal procession.

The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say `When!'

Scarcely had I entered the sitting-room when I found ... what appeared at first sight to be the Devil, A closer scrutiny informed me that it was Gussie Fink-Nottle, dressed as Mephistopheles.

He had been looking like a dead fish. He now looked like a deader fish, one of last year's, cast up on some lonely beach and left there at the mercy of the wind and tides.

And as for Gussie Fink-Nottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming him on sight.

'The fellow with a face rather like a walnut.'

Nature, when planning this sterling fellow, shoved in a lot more lower jaw than was absolutely necessary and made the eyes a bit too keen and piercing for one who was neither an Empire builder nor a traffic policeman.

Even at normal times Aunt Dahlia's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression.

A young man with dark circles under his eyes was propping himself up against a penny-in-the-slot machine. An undertaker, passing at that moment, would have looked at this young man sharply, scenting business. So would a buzzard.

[of Spode] He was, as I had already been able to perceive, a breath-taking cove. About seven feet in height, and swathed in a plaid ulster which made him look about six feet across, he caught the eye and arrested it. It was as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla and had changed its mind at the last moment.

Aunt Agatha is like an elephant-not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

For an author Jerry Vail was rather nice-looking, most authors, as is widely known, resembling in appearance the more degraded types of fish, unless they look like birds, when they could pass as vultures and no questions asked.

The junior partner of Caine and Cooper, though a man of blameless life, had one of those dark, saturnine faces which suggest a taste for the more sinister forms of crime, and on one cheek of that dark, saturnine face was a long scar. Actually it had been caused by the bursting of a gingerbeer bottle at a Y.M.C.A. picnic, but it gave the impression of being the outcome of battles with knives in the cellars of the underworld.

As is so often the case with butlers, there was a good deal of Beach. Julius Caesar, who liked to have men about him who were fat, would have taken to him at once. He was a man who had made two chins grow where only one had been before, and his waistcoat swelled like the sail of a racing yacht.

His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.

She had a beaky nose, tight thin lips, and her eye could have been used for splitting logs in the teak forests of Borneo.

He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

The Duke's moustache was rising and falling like seaweed on an ebb-tide.

Like an Easter Island statue with an arse full of razor blades.

It is the first time the Honourable Gentleman has got out from under the sunlamp.

You've been in the dye pot again, Andrew.

Only in America, Rabbi Golden, do these peasants, our mothers, get their hair dyed platinum at the age of sixty, and walk up and down Collins Avenue in Florida in pedalpushers and mink stoles - and with opinions on every subject under the sun. It isn't their fault they were given a gift like speech - look, if cows could talk, they would say things just as idiotic.

The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the pinks of his eyes, as the colour of flowering cherry trees stains their leaves.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark little clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.

Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

He had a battered face that looked as if it had been hit by everything but the bucket of a dragline. It was scarred, flattened, thickened, checkered, and welted. It was a face that had nothing to fear. Everything had been done to it that anybody could think of.

She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak, and large moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones.

'If I can't defend even my hair(style), how can I defend Hong Kong?' -- Regina Ip responding to a radio talk show.

Nobody is really happy with what's on their head. People with straight hair want curly, people with curly want straight, and bald people want everyone to be blind.

I had teeth that stuck out so far, I used to eat other kids' candy bars by accident.

I was going to have cosmetic surgery until I noticed that the doctor's office was full of portraits by Picasso.

I'm just like Dr. Phil, except I have hair, and I don't help anybody.

A hypnotist's crystal... sparkled with diamonds.

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.

He walks in the street, a picture of modesty in his felt hat and his gabardine suit, and all the while he's thinking, 'I'm immortal.' The world is his, time is his, and I'm nothing but an insect.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.

He felt as if Stillson might have taken the game of the Laughing Tiger a step further: inside the beast-skin, a man, yes. But inside the man-skin, a beast.

'You got your goofy little haircut' ('What?') 'Your stupid boots' ('What?') 'Your little dress' ('What?') (To Rowdy Roddy Piper at WM 21 with fans.)