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.
I have one of those faces that nobody likes.
Have you ever seen people so ugly that you have to get someone else to verify it?
The truth usually has a slightly ugly look.
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.
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.
She appears to have a face that would stop a clock and raise hell with small watches, bless her heart.
My character was obnoxious, had stinky feet and wore things like purple tights and a yellow top. I hated the clothes.
I was not an attractive child.
I was actually very ugly. I was ugly. I felt very insecure.
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.