Quotes About Resemblance

Bea Aguilar was the very image of her mother and the apple of her father's eye. Redheaded and exquisitely pale, she always wore very expensive dresses made of silk or pure wool.

This Peter looked a lot like Eli, but with all the character sanded off.

I got arrested once on stage in Memphis for looking too much like Liza Minnelli.

People have been telling me for years that I sound like Freddie Mercury.

Heliogabalus loved his children the better for resembling him in sin. But Christ loves his children the more for resembling him in sanctity. I have read of some springs that change the colour of the cattle that drink of them into the colour of their own waters, as Du Bartas sings: Cerona, Xanth, and Cephisus do make The thirsty flocks, that of their waters take, Black, red, and white; and near the crimson deep, The Arabian fountain maketh crimson sheep.

His dog waited for his meals in a way so like that in which Oak waited for the girl's presence, that the farmer was quite struck with the resemblance, felt it lowering, and would not look at the dog. However, he continued to watch through the hedge for her regular coming, and thus his sentiments towards her were deepened without any corresponding effect being produced upon herself.

When a hideous man becomes a father And a son is born to him In the middle of the night He trembles and lights a lamp And runs to look in anguish On that child's face To see whom he resembles.

I find in all the works of the greatest writers, especially in their unedited letters, some touch, some sign of myself - some resemblance, some part of myself, like a thousand reflections of my own hands in a dark mirror.

Dragon form is generally reserved for mating and fighting. We found over the years that it was simply easier to blend in - physically speaking - if we resembled those around us. Do you wish to mate with me?

I pick up Dylan. He certainly takes after his father: about three-quarters of his body weight seems to be head, and three-quarters of that is ears.

God must have loved the people in power, for he made them so much like their own image of him.

nos parecemos.

A Víctor, su sobrino le resultó indescriptible; todos los críos de esa edad se parecían a Winston Churchill

I don't look bad despite my age, do I? The few friends I have left look like iguanas.

Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.

Everyone is in a small way the image of God.

He's a chip o' th' old block.

We have a war dictator who was not elected, he snuck in. so he punishes people that threaten him in any way, or even say something he doesn't like. It has no resemblance to democracy.

All babies look like Alfred Hitchcock. Or Winston Churchill.

I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.

We all end up at least somewhat like our parents, especially in the way we deal with our children.

Sometimes I am so much my father's son that I give myself occasional creeps.

When I look at old pictures, I see my son Luciano, not me. Luciano looks identical. That's what's extraordinary, the power of a gene pool.

My son, O'Shea. He looks like me, and he can rhyme.