Words matter. These are the best Cheekbones Quotes from famous people such as Kim Coates, Anna Maxwell Martin, Martin Bashir, Sam Fender, Davina McCall, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I’m so not scary. I’m a pussycat. But what are you going to do, right? I mean, these cheekbones, and I guess these eyes, and the big nose… this is what my momma and my poppa gave to me, and that’s the deal.
I get described as ‘interesting’ a lot. People often call me odd, too. Maybe they mean ugly. Given the services of a plastic surgeon, I would get a pair of cheekbones.
The first time I ask him, have you had your cheekbones raised, have you had your nose changed? He denied it all. I was asking him to compare his face with what it looked like years ago.
I’m the worst. I get on my Instagram, put up a picture of my face looking all cheekbones and blue steel, and get massive dopamine hits when I see the likes come in.
My cheeks have got slimmer as I’ve got older and I have to be careful not to lose too much weight because I get hollows underneath my cheekbones, which is ageing.
Starting in my 20s, I couldn’t wait to look like Anna Magnani or Isabelle Huppert, all these great European actresses – Charlotte Rampling – the cheekbones and the heavy lidded eyes and the dark circles under the eyes, you know. So around 42/44, I started getting a little character on my face, and I was so glad.
I’m so grateful to be Ghanaian, with this deep, deep skin that is just glowy. Light bounces off my cheekbones and my shoulders, no matter the season.
Trump is most fun to draw – just a great mash of caricature-able features, from bouffant to eyebrows and scowl, to the high cheekbones and the regal pride.
Sherlock’ changed the perception of me. I have these cheekbones and this face that suggest very middle-class or period-drama roles. I want to show everyone there’s much more to me than Irene Adler.
I tap my fingers and cheekbones before going on stage to calm down. But nerves are necessary; if you ever lose them, it’s a bad sign.
Botox and other fillers make everybody look the same, with the big cheekbones where they fill you up. It’s much cheaper to have a fringe – it takes years off everybody.
I like to do my contour the bronzy kind of way so it is not too strong and you can see the highlights on the cheekbones. I use bronzer as my contour.
I did try fillers once. Don’t ever have fillers because when your cheekbones are high, it’s chipmunk time.
If I show you pictures of my grandmother, what you see is these eyes – cat eyes – and high cheekbones.
I’m minimalistic when it comes to makeup, so I’m a sucker for anything that’s multi-tasking. Aquaphor is my go-to product. It’s great for adding gloss to eyes and cheekbones, and amazing for soothing dry cuticles, too.
The singular point of beautiful objects, and people, is that they are experienced not as parts, or ratios between cheekbones and chin, but as wholes. The experience of beauty is a perception, but it is one that mixes up various other sensations and makes them converge in a particular way.
On the red carpet, one tip is to suck in your cheekbones – apparently it looks better on camera. I don’t know, though; I think a nice smile is best.
Any filmmakers out there want a Welshman with sharp cheekbones and wonky teeth to play the love interest in their movie, give me a call.
As a model, we come in the room, and we are casted just on our looks. I think I’m funny; I think I’m clever. But in the end, they’re picking me for my cheekbones or if I’m tall enough.
I don’t wake up with naturally sculpted cheekbones – I paint them on!
Try driving the streets of Los Angeles without seeing a billboard depicting a film with a lead actor holding a gun. It’s almost as if guns are harmless props used to bring out the cheekbones and jawline of the screen star.
My mother, at sixty, is one of those classic beauties: all neck and cheekbones, sharp lines that hide her wrinkles from a distance. She still gets whistles from construction workers from three stories up.
I was lucky to have been born with cheekbones.
Sheer luck. I was lucky to have been born with cheekbones.
I changed my thinking on the whole subject of what it is to be attractive. It’s fine, but I know that ultimately what I am and who I am is not cheekbones and a jawline, if you catch my drift. I ultimately know that who I am is not directly proportional to abs or straight teeth.
