cosmetic alteration Quotes

To dye oneself with paints in order to have a rosier or a paler complexion is a lying counterfeit.

My face changes when I wear make-up; I don't recognise myself.

Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.

Makeup is such a weird concept. I'll wake up in the morning and look in the mirror. 'Gee, I really don't look so good. Maybe if my eyelids were blue, I'd be more attractive.

I wore white kabuki makeup, had blue-black hair. At one point, I shaved an inch and a half around my hairline and continued the white makeup up so it made my head look slightly deformed. I thought it was hilarious.

If women were by nature what they make themselves by art; if they were to lose suddenly all the freshness of their complexion, and their faces to become as fiery and as leaden as they make them with the red and the paint they besmear themselves with, they would consider themselves the most wretched creatures on earth.

There are travelers who fear to own delicate hands more than to meet a lion, and soldiers who would rather lose a limb than gain a beautiful nose by artificial methods.

I think they put some lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig.

I like being orange and having eyelashes that go up to my forehead.

Against Him those women sin who torment their skin with potions, stain their cheeks with rouge and extend the line of their eyes with black coloring. Doubtless they are dissatisfied with God's plastic skill. In their own persons they convict and censure the Artificer of all things.

I would never use prosthetics. I don't like sticking things on. I don't really like wearing wigs, either.

When you meet someone, you meet their face. It's the most potent part of the body to embellish.

I love watching faces as they grow up. It's the difference between so many strong British actresses compared to what America does to women. I like a face that hasn't been tampered with.

Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised he would be to see how his counterpart of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor and is in short order sprayed, sliced, pierced, pickled, trussed, trimmed, creamed, waxed, painted, rouged and neatly dressed - transformed from a common corpse into a Beautiful Memory Picture.

They always pencil in my boobs. I was only angry when they were really droopy. For King Arthur, for a poster, they gave me these really strange droopy tits. I thought, well if you’re going to make me fantasy breasts, at least make perky breasts.

Change is like putting lipstick on a bulldog. The bulldog's appearance hasn't improved, but now it's really angry.

I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.

Basically, I want the most unnatural look possible.

I'm afraid to start plastic surgery. And my breasts are so versatile now, I can wear them down, up, and side to side.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

I shave my body in all kinds of ways, wear tons of eyeliner and dye my hair pink.

A horse's skull always looks scary, even if someone has put lipstick on it.