A revolting, fat, beast.
That's the ugliest thing I ever saw.
To artist Peter Hurd, on seeing his official portrait for the first time:
He's so ugly he should have to wear an oxygen mask.
...I'm so over the tattoos and the T-shirts and rings through the noses. It's not pretty, it's not pleasant, it's not exciting. Please stop it now.
Have you ever seen people so ugly that you have to get someone else to verify it?
I have one of those faces that nobody likes.
He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.
The truth usually has a slightly ugly look.
Most people are telling me I look horrible.
If you have a pair of shoes that hurt, don't wear them. The ugliest thing that I think I've seen is a woman walk like her feet hurt. It's awful, so make sure your shoes fit.
I was always told I was ugly. I still think I am ugly. I know I've got an odd face and you can't tell me otherwise.
My character was obnoxious, had stinky feet and wore things like purple tights and a yellow top. I hated the clothes.
She appears to have a face that would stop a clock and raise hell with small watches, bless her heart.
I was actually very ugly. I was ugly. I felt very insecure.
I was not an attractive child.
Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to be with, for no one could help seeing that he was a sordid and selfish character, and that he had warped further and further out of the straight with time.