Rumer Willis Quotes

When I was younger, I had terrible skin... my mother has terrible skin. Male-pattern hair loss is starting to come in... my dad is bald. It's so unfair; my brother's tall, has perfect skin, great hair, but I'm like the runt.

I look a lot like my father when he was my age.

"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to be, if he was not so like his mother, too."

I look completely like my mum. She's very foreign, very Jewish.

I am very happy to say I look just like my dad. But mothers always think their children are prettier than they really are, and mine has always told me I look like Tom Cruise.

I have my dad's shape. No booty.

I look a lot like my father and his mother.

I wish I looked more like my mother, but I think I look like my father. I wish I had one of those naturally beautiful faces. Or a more quirky face. I'm right down the middle: not interesting enough, not pretty enough.

People say the top part of my face looks like my dad's and the bottom part like my mom's. I have his eyes and her nose and mouth.

I have my father to thank for my build and height, and my mother to thank for my lips and eyes.

I'm always looking at my brother and sisters, thinking - do we look inbred, maybe? Maybe a tiny bit.

I don't look anything like my mother, except when I'm Lafayette. I look like my father.

I don't want to say it myself, but Gautam is a very good-looking boy. He has my eyes and Mahesh's smile.

I have my mother's nose and my father's bone structure, which I've passed on to my children. My eldest daughter and my mother, when she was young, could be sisters.

My little son is already like me - my mom has always said I used to bounce off the wall and never stop talking or sit still. I'm starting to see that with him. I guess it's living proof he's part of me.

I definitely have breast envy. When teenage girls were saying 'I wish I had breasts', I was thinking the same thing.

When I look in the mirror, I don't see my Dad, I see my grandmother. For a while it was my mother looking back at me. If only it was my Dad.

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

I'm a good blend of both my mom and dad.

That wasn't your mom in you—that was your dad.

My mum is really fair and has blonde hair, and my dad is not dark, either.

I get my light eyes from my mother.

Every agency would mention my hips. I remember looking at the other models and thinking, 'I do not look like these girls.'

I can do anything I want with the rest of my body, but the face is something I've inherited. I should thank my parents for it.

My father had the curved feet, my mother the legs, so I am a bit of both.