Wrinkles Quotes - Page 7

Worried about dry skin? Concerned about lines and wrinkles? Then visit a burns unit and get some perspective.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

No surgical tweaks. No Botox either. I think it is terrible, these girls in their late 20s injecting their faces and lips. One told me, If I kill my muscles now, I'll never get wrinkles. Can you imagine?

I'm very proud of my well-earned wrinkles, so show 'em.

Having wrinkles is at once strange and exciting.

Wrinkles ought to be worn as a badge of honour, as a mark of survival if not wisdom.

I like the odd glass of wine, a coffee and a cigarette. As you get older you can't see the wrinkles

I don't want my wrinkles taken away - I don't want to look like everyone else.

Verily, the best of husbands hath many raw edges, and many unnecessary pleats in his temper, and many wrinkles in his disposition, which must be removed.

Wrinkle not thy face with too much laughter, lest thou become ridiculous; neither wanton thy heart with too much mirth, lest thou become vain: the suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools.

I have had wrinkles on my forehead and my smile line since I was a kid. I see them in my own kids. I know what they're going to look like. So it's kind of like that's my personality. I feel the older you get, too, the more confident you become just in your own skin.

I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.

Everyone wants to be young and skinny. This is awful. Curves are marvelous. Wrinkles are hypnotizing. Why not just be happy with who you are?

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.

One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there?

The wrinkles in my brow, The furrows in my face, Say, limping age will lodge him now Where youth must give him place.

If I were afraid of wrinkles, I'd probably be hiding in a cupboard, because I have a lot of them.

You know Latin people? African-American people? How our skin ages more slowly? Even though we're dramatic, we move our faces, we eat higher-fat foods, we're the ones with fewer wrinkles - it makes you wonder.

I guess my tendency is to think essentially that the new wrinkles won't do the job if the old major idea didn't, and so you have to try something different. Then maybe they can all be combined in some coherent piece.

The sister's face Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility. She wanted to do right. She'd have to think.

We know that the adult in a certain sense has an attitude toward life exactly opposite to the attitude of commercials. Commercials say, 'Your longing for 3.2 beer is very important. Your longing for skin that doesn't have any wrinkles in it, that's very, very, very important.' The adult says, 'No, I've got wrinkles, so what?'

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.

I wear things that kind of can look good for extended periods of time - fabrics that don't wrinkle, things that don't stain very easily.

Once apon a time, Ian's dark, dreamy eyes had made her melt inside. The angle of his head, the wrinkle in the left corner of his lip—they'd obsessed her. And he'd been obsessed right back. Now all Amy wanted to do was throw her shoe at the screen.