Quote by Selma Blair
I used to wear a lot of red lipstick, and when I got a pimple, Id

I used to wear a lot of red lipstick, and when I got a pimple, Id cover it up with eyeliner to turn it into a beauty mark. – Selma Blair

Other quotes by Selma Blair

Bathroom humor, fart, and poo poo humor in movies gets a laugh. Its a pretty easy audience, and thats been around for ages. – Selma Blair

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Humor
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Im flatchested, Im short, Im brunette, I have droopy eyes, and so people have a hard time casting me as a beauty. – Selma Blair

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Beauty
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Its fun to play mom. Last I knew I was playing a 17-year-old who graduated. – Selma Blair

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Physical beauty is such a strange thing. – Jock Sturges

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Beauty

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance. – Hans Urs von Balthasar

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Beauty

Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband. – Ambrose Bierce

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I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied. – Julia Margaret Cameron

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So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
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So shall a glory wreathe my head,
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