looks

Did you ever have one of those nights when you didn't want to go out but your hair looked too good to stay home?

He looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when."

My sister says she never seems to get it together . . . either her rear looks good or her face does.

Today at the beach I could feel the men dressing me with their eyes.

His mouth was a little too wide and snaked from corner to corner. His nose had been broken a few times, and when you looked at him straight on like I was doing as I stared at him across the circle bar, you could really tell. But his eyes were beautiful, cunning and otherworldly. His hair was a controlled mess; wispy dark strands that swooped across his forehead with long sideburns. He had high cheekbones, a strong jawline. When you combined all the parts, they equaled so much more than the sum. He was exotically, dangerously beautiful. He'd been mine once. He'd broken my heart once. And he was here to kill me. He only needed to do that once, too.

Some women are good-looking _ until they change their hairstyle.

Being always transcends appearance---that which only seems to be. Once you begin to know the being behind the very pretty or very ugly face, as determined by your bias, the surface appearances fade away until they simply no longer matter.

But there was something in his eyes at times that I would almost swear said something more. Some deeper sort of regard.

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking.

That's No Ordinary Girl

The media made the masses to find not-so-skinny women appear not-so-beautiful _ in the eyes of the remote holder.

I prefer people to consider me by who I am and what I do and not by how I look!

Don't be coy, Joshua. No matter how much money the other men here have, they can't buy what you've gotten for free.

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

When it comes to their love lives, some people do not really have high standards; they merely have low sex drive.

Some people would regard people who look like they do as ugly if they did not look like them.

Postmen have a legendary aura. A ring at the doorbell may inflame a sense of expectation, suspense, secrecy, hazard or even intrigue. Ringing twice may imply a warning that trouble is on the way or an appeal to make the coast clear. Not all mailmen, though, will ring twice and await an eye-catching Lana Turner, whom they can whisper: "With my brains and your looks, we could go places._ ("The postman always rings twice")

Nice words and nice appearance doesn't conclude that someone is nice, i believe that the nicer you look, the more deceptive you appear.