Top 55 Exterior Quotes

If you want to paint the inner life, you paint it from the exterior. From the exterior, you breathe the inner life into your painting.

I think there’s a terrible price to be paid when your exterior life is not an honest reflection of your interior life.

Acting tough is all about developing an attitude and a persona that says, ‘Look at how great I am.’ But often, that tough exterior is meant to hide self-doubt. Mentally strong people invest more energy into working on their weaknesses rather than trying to cover them up.

I have this tough exterior, but inside, I’m very mushy and soft.

They are imbeciles who call my work abstract. That which they call abstract is the most realistic, because what is real is not the exterior but the idea, the essence of things.

I vividly remember my sixth-grade classroom. I remember what it smelled like, where I sat, what I could see out the window, and how I felt about things. Peel away my decrepit middle-aged exterior, and an important part of me is still twelve years old. It helps me when I sit down to write stories for kids.

To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.

But I do know focusing on the exterior doesn’t make me happy. If I want peace and serenity, it won’t be reached by getting thinner or fatter.

We try to write things that work on a variety of levels at the same time: A sleek exterior with a turbulent lyric.

But I have never wanted to be a singer, because the exterior part of a career, I don’t like very much.

The pleasure that I take in writing gets me interested in writing a poem. It’s not a statement about what I think anybody else should be doing. For me, it’s an interesting tension between interior and exterior.

There are a lot of films where I play characters that are about the windows to the interior person rather than the exterior.

I could never ever say enough about Matt Amato. He has an indescribable presence; this warm, loving, serene calm with intense interest and excitement bubbling beneath his exterior.

No one finds it interesting to look at the person who is perfect all the time. They have no flaws. Flaws are what open us up to another person to show that we are not having a veneer, a fake sort of exterior.

I viewed black musicals before ‘Jelly’ as a form of cultural strip mining. The exterior remained, but all the culture that signified where the people had come from and their connection to the earth was absent.

I’ve become accustomed to playing the good guy – maybe a rough exterior, but a heart of gold in there somewhere.

Many of the artists who have represented Negro life have seen only the comic, ludicrous side of it, and have lacked sympathy with and appreciation for the warm big heart that dwells within such a rough exterior.

I feel like I’m constantly fighting against my exterior, or this exterior presentation of myself, because of how I look or perhaps because of who I’m with.

There is no more potent weapon in any profession than a woman with a feminine exterior and a will of steel, and I defy you to find one man who will disagree.

I don’t have a career, I have a life. I don’t have an exterior judgment on what would be good or bad for me.

One of the things that’s been really fun about my run on ‘Swamp Thing’ is putting him in all kinds of different locations around the world, and seeing how his exterior foliage changes based on his location.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

As a very young girl, I understood that the interior activities of the home are as significant as the exterior activities of society.

Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.

It’s not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to me will ever take command of me.

Most of the time my own family feels like I don’t need anything, I’m tough as nails and I don’t have any feelings about anything. They really think that I’m this super tough person. I have a tough exterior, but I get upset. I have feelings and all those things. I wear my heart on my sleeve.

The exterior cannot do without the interior since it is from this, as from life, that it derives much of its inspiration and character.

In all professions each affects a look and an exterior to appear what he wishes the world to believe that he is. Thus we may say that the whole world is made up of appearances.

Underneath this tired, middle-aged exterior, I’m an 11 year old kid.

I really like the idea of being a bit unpredictable. I’m known for being a nice, easy-going person with a straightforward exterior. So I think a bit of me wants to be sort of sly and devious.

For me, I have this tough exterior and these Angela Bassett arms, and people think, ‘Oh, my God, Rutina’s tough.’

For a rapper as well-known as Drake, there remains an essential element of mystery about him. For one so open, there’s a distance, and he prefers it that way. But then there’s something beneath the exterior that reveals itself with urgency in conversation: Drake’s raw ambition.

I was drawing a mandolin, and I made the sound hole very small, which made the mandolin look gigantic. I saw that making the details small made the form monumental. So in my figures, the eyes, the mouth are all small, and the exterior form is huge.

I just like watching people who really are not self-conscious, who aren’t aware, because I fear that one could become too self-conscious, too artful, as an actor. Sometimes if you look at somebody, you can extrapolate from their exterior what might be happening in their interior. I’m nosy.

I have this kind of mild nice-guy exterior, but inside my heart is like a steel trap.

The Eisenhower Building – the furniture is mismatched; everything is just bad decor and bad quality. Everybody’s looking down at their Blackberry. It’s a really frantic, mismatched environment. But on the exterior, it’s this whitewashed, gorgeous building. It’s a fascinating contrast.

When I was in my early 20s, I looked towards exterior things to make me feel sexy – guys, clothes, shoes, etc. Now it’s all about how I feel internally.

I find that on most films it’s very difficult to have a backlit movie in an exterior.

Working exterior nights in Vancouver, when it’s raining and snowing, is a little daunting, when you haven’t slept.

If you have a connection to someone, it doesn’t matter what their exterior is.

We clearly realize that freedom’s inner kingdom cannot be touched by exterior attacks.

The interior of the house personifies the private world; the exterior of it is part of the outside world.

I live in New York, and I love New York as well, but I think Los Angeles is a place where if you have the right person with you, there are all these little worlds that you would never guess by just looking at the exterior of what the city is.

Like everything genuine, its inner life guarantees its truth. All works of art created by truthful minds without regard for the work’s conventional exterior remain genuine for all times.

I don’t follow any of what the pop world is doing. Sometimes I feel like that’s a weakness, actually, that I’m too in my own bubble. But I’m really just interested in the inner journey. And pop is all about the exterior world, the material.

The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.

Our need for that exterior god that sits up there and judges us… will diminish and eventually disappear.

I try to keep away exterior events that are going to make me do something negative internally to myself.

I’m exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.

I moved around so much when I was younger that I sort of had to have this type of exterior; you know, I was afraid of getting hurt.

At these big set-piece events like the leaders’ debates, that exterior of calm and serenity is nothing compared to what’s going on inside most of the time.

See, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!

I know you can do anything you put your mind to and the exterior doesn’t matter.

That’s the worst thing about dementia: it gets you every time. Sufferers look and act the same but beneath the familiar exterior something quite different is going on. They’re in another world and you cannot enter.