#attractive

I thought I was attractive when I shot 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding.' Studio executives and movie reviewers let me know I had a confidence in my looks that was not shared by them. ↗

— Nia Vardalos

#big #confidence #executives #fat #greek

In contrast, the control you have in a theatre is very attractive to me. ↗

— Judi Dench

#contrast #control #me #theatre #very

I think that would be ungrateful if I were upset because I'm seen as attractive or sexy. That's opened so many doors for me in my life. ↗

— Sofia Vergara

#because #doors #i #i think #life

I have to say, I'm really not that attractive. Until I met my husband, I could not get a date. ↗

— Tina Fey

#could #date #get #husband #i

I used to go around looking as frumpy as possible because it was inconceivable you could be attractive as well as be smart. It wasn't until I started being myself, the way I like to turn out to meet people that I started to get any work. ↗

— Catherine Zeta-Jones

#around #attractive #because #being #being myself

A woman my age is not supposed to be attractive or sexually appealing. I just get kinda tired of that. ↗

— Kathleen Turner

#appealing #attractive #get #i #just

Age becomes reality when you hear someone refer to that attractive young woman standing next to the woman in the green dress, and you find that you're the one in the green dress. ↗

— Lois Wyse

#attractive #becomes #dress #find #green

Men behave very oddly in the company of attractive women. ↗

— Alex Kapranos

#behave #company #men #oddly #very

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive. ↗

— Diana Vreeland

#beautiful #born #wildly #you

I am an urchin, standing in the cold, elbowed aside by the glossy rich visitors in their fur coats and ostentatious jewellery, being fussed into the hotel by pompous-looking doormen. 'No problem. I'd better get home, actually Mr – Gustav. A drink is very tempting, but maybe not such a good idea after all.' I pat my pockets. 'And I'm skint.' 'Pavements not paved with gold yet, eh?' He moves on along the facade of the grand hotel to the corner, and waits. He's staring not back at me but down St James Street. I wage a little war with myself. He's a stranger, remember. The newspaper headlines, exaggerated by the time they reach the office of Jake's local rag: Country girl from the sticks raped and murdered in London by suave conman. Even Poppy would be wagging her metaphorical finger at me by now. Blaming herself for not being there, looking out for me. But we're out in public here. Lots of people around us. He's charming. He's incredibly attractive. He's got a lovely deep, well spoken voice. And he's an entrepreneur who must be bloody rich if he owns more than one house. What the hell else am I going to do with myself when everyone else is out having fun? One thing I won't tell him is that my pockets might be empty, but my bank account is full. 'One drink. Then I must get back.' He doesn't answer or protest, but with a courtly bow he crooks his elbow and escorts me down St James. We turn right and into the far more subtle splendour of Dukes Hotel. 'Dress code?' I ask nervously, wiping my feet obediently on the huge but welcoming doormat and drifting ahead of him into the smart interior where domed and glassed corridors lead here and there. The foyer smells of mulled wine and candles and entices you to succumb to its perfumed embrace. ↗

— Primula Bond

#embrace #fun #gustav #rich #home