What is "unattractive"

Usage examples of "unattractive".

There was an ease, a go-as-you-please about the day underground, a delightful camaraderie of men shut off alone from the rest of the world, in a dangerous place, and a variety of labour, holing, loading, timbering, and a glamour of mystery and adventure in the atmosphere, that made the pit not unattractive to him when he had again got over his anguish of desire for the open air and the sea.

Lord George Pinkney might be a portly fellow of advanced years, but he was not unattractive.

He had never said a word about porno, and even as unattractive as that was, Grace knew instinctively that he would have.

So she took special care to appear even primmer and more unattractive than usual.

She is a scrawny, underfed, unattractive spawn of mortal get, a killer of Stormwings.

She wanted him to see her as an unattractive, spinsterish shrew, for all that she was technically his wife.

He was handsome and unattractive, a swashbuckling, beefy, conceited man who was putting on fat and was tormented chronically by prolonged seizures of apprehension.

He arranged for her to seduce the particularly unattractive minor partner in one of the Waterbury developments and to pretend infatuation.

Farrell returned to Avicenna after years away, he found his oldest friend Ben living with an unattractive older woman named Sia.

On the contrary, those novelists are not justified whose forte it seems to be to so set forth goodness as to make it unattractive.

Victoria promised reluctantly, and lit a cigarette in their bathroom while Olivia combed her hair and complained about how unattractive it looked for a lady to smoke cigarettes, but Victoria only laughed at her and told her she sounded like Bertie.

Fivers and sixers, who were less affected by the seasons, and unattractive to males anyway, naturally got the job of sweeping up, so other women might be permitted to emerge before noon.

Naturally I was looking as unattractive as I could possibly make myself, face cream, bendi-curlers and old sweatpants, and there he was, a big gold god, smelling of something fresh and citrus, standing awkwardly in faded shorts, a grey T-shirt and Nikes, unsure where to place his great hands.

This came practically to saying that protoplasm was God Almighty, who, of all the forms open to Him, had chosen this singularly unattractive one as the channel through which to make Himself manifest in the flesh by taking our nature upon Him, and animating us with His own Spirit.

Ruth van Cleve had cried out as the apparition of just about the most unattractive woman Kate Gompert had ever seen crashed forward between them, knocking them apart.