Quotes About Facial

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You can convey a lot of emotion with just some eyebrows and mouth movement.

If you're paralyzing your face in your 20s and 30s, you're not exercising the muscles that give it strength. My feeling is, laugh, cry, move your face.

If you look at the character of Sadness, they really nailed my eyebrows.

He had the kind of smile that inhabited every part of his face--his eyes, his cheeks; there was even a dimple.

Aware of the governor's number-three offspring watching her manage the difficult task of conveying a bit of pastry into her biological mouth ~ her carved jade utensil with its long hook made it possible, but the point was to eat as gracefully as one would sans facial design ~ Inez grew irritated. She sensed the entire table watching her.

My face is not that expressive!

there a difference between having been coded to present a vast set of standardized responses to certain human facial, vocal, and linguistic states and having evolved to exhibit response B to input A in order to bring about a desired social result?

The occupational hazard of being a Playboy Bunny is the aching facial muscles brought on by obligatory smiles.

If you want to make people laugh, your face must remain serious.

You can measure time in days, weeks, months, or beards.

Make beard, not war.

Beards: they grow on you.

If you asked me to seriously kiss someone on a screen, I would be very uncomfortable. But I will lick any part of your face.

There is no Champollion to decipher the Egypt of every man's and every being's face. Physiognomy, like every other human science,is but a passing fable.

It's not in your eyes Your eyeballs won't change It's the muscles around your eyes

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.

Annie, meanwhile, was still trying to twist her mouth into a polite smile. It would take her five minutes to complete the smile, and probably another twenty-four hours to produce an accompanying snappy verbal response.

His moustache was a masterpiece.

Jacob observed Florinda. In her face there seemed to him something horribly brainless- as she sat staring.

Never did anybody look so sad.

Eyes—wild, laughing, yet desperate—

He wore the evidence of thinking all over his face, open and easy to read. Leah envied him that confidence to show what he was feeling.

There are only two styles of portrait painting: the serious and the smirk.