appearance

Cucullus non facit monachum; that__ as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.

As I turned to leave the tent, she said, "Don't worry. Your own mother wouldn't know you."I said, "She never has.

It__ a real handicap to have a face with shifty eyes.

The value of human beings does not consist in their appearance

The gaze of others is quite without indulgence for our defects and that of Mantegna is pitiless. I am grateful to him. Harshness, in the realm of the arts, is a virtue, and it is sometimes a good thing to see oneself as one is. My stupor, however, comes from the fact that people recognise me where I myself seem to see a stranger. This leads one to meditate more deeply on the matter. Are they dwelling on my superficial appearance rather than on what I really am? Who can say?

To own beauty is the first lie of it.

Beautiful toes are an addition to a woman__ appearance.

Then as for those who gaze upon many beautiful things but don't see the beautiful itself, and aren't even capable of following someone else who leads them to it, and upon many just things but not the just itself, and all the things like that, we'll claim that they accept the seeming of everything but discern nothing of what they have opinions about.

Our shoes carry our body, so we polish them; our body carries our soul, so we clean the body, but, what about our soul_?

His gaze locked with mine and a slow grin appeared on his face. He didn__ look like he had last night. More like he did every day at school. Worn jeans. A black henley instead of a T-shirt and beat-up sneakers, but goodness, I couldn__ think.Okay. Not true. I could think, but I was thinking things I really had no concept of. I was thinking about those full, slightly curved lips and how they must feel in places...other than my forehead or cheek. I was thinking about his hands and how strong they were and the oddly pleasant calluses on his palms. I was thinking about...about a lot of things__hings that now didn__ feel so wrong since he was actually single.Noticing my near-prone position, Ainsley looked over her shoulder. __h, my good God almighty,_ she murmured. __hat__ him?___es,_ I whispered. That was so him.

We are social and political creatures but foremost we are a biological one. Our feelings, sentiments, emotions and attractions are generally because of our biological structure and appearance.

A gold tooth is to some blacks, what braces are to all whites.

Social media has infected the world with a sickening virus called vanity.

Don't look shy if you wear rag and people gag, many are in the grave wearing skeleton, and you should even be happier for wearing a skin without clothes.