Liv Tyler Quotes

I can't imagine being on one of those shows where people have to look nice.

I began working as a model because I was born thin. I didn't become thin to be a model.

In the small amount of modeling work I've done, I'm always told that I never smile.

As actors, we exhaust ourselves emotionally and physically, which no one sees.

Internalized sexism that makes us feel like we can't show ourselves not being perfect.

Modeling is a very hard job. I know that sounds like a really shallow thing to say, but you have people pulling on your hair all day, telling you what to do, fitting you, telling you to bend over, hitting you, taking your shoes off, throwing you up against a wall - it's a lot. You have to really be able to handle yourself and bring something. It's not just enough to have a cute body and jump up in the air and go, "wow!"

I definitely think that being a model makes it more difficult to be taken seriously. And I understand. I don't take it seriously sometimes.

Women in New York have to work much harder to compete with the supermodels for attention.

When I'm on the road, a lot of the times - even though people don't really think it - we walk on heels and the runways are really long! My legs get a pretty good workout just from being on the runway.

Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.

You cannot leave the house to take the garbage out without full-on makeup and your hair done. You have to fight for your man out there.

That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is sweet and low Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know- Although they do not talk of it at school - That we must labor to be beautiful.

It's hilarious to be considered a sex symbol. In school I was a beanpole with a nose I hadn't grown into. Being thought of as sexy makes one employable, but it's not going to last forever, so I try not to think about it. It's like something that exists outside of me.

When I was a model, actually, for a little while, my friend that I worked with a lot, she had horrible self-esteem too. We decided that the exact moment when we actually thought we were attractive, we wouldn't be anymore. We would just, like, miss it.

I'm natural, but I wear makeup seven days a week.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

We worshipped in the temple of cutthroat competition, and so some cooked the books, because the treasure is so great.

I don't think I've got enough energy to be competitive! Most of my energy is just devoted to me being nervous and trying to deal with the situation.

It must be hard to be a model, because you'd want to be like the photograph of you, and you can't ever look that way.

California is like the hot blond high school chick who's been getting by on her looks, but now she's 45 and falling apart.

I never felt pressured to create more stories, but dealing with people became really aggravating.

Fiction is risky for writers also in that the process of making certain books, of shaping certain narratives, leaves scars and marks on your inner life.

Normally as an actress you're constantly worried that people think you don't look good enough. It's just like an unnecessary stress that's just frustrating.

When I revealed the campaign, some lady in the front row, a photographer, asked "is that airbrushed?" So I just lifted my shirt up and my stomach was the exact same thing as in the ads. It was actually kinda nice that she said that, because I'm sure plenty of people probably thought that. That's one of the reasons I did it - especially when you work so hard to get your body to look like that - it's frustrating.

She was tired of being the one who cried.