Quotes About Facial

My face is a transparent transmitter of my every thought.

Laughter is the orgasm of the face".

Don't let my facial expressions fool you. I try to stay poised and calm at all times, but I'm having a blast.

I like popping my own pimple, so I feel like when I go and get a facial and they do it for me, it's really annoying. I'd rather do it myself.

My emotions kind of shine through my face, so whatever I'm thinking is what I'm portraying as well.

Ned, what's wrong with your face? I don't think you've been drying thoroughly between the folds and interstices.

What a lot of hairy-faced men there are around nowadays.

Lucy blew me a kiss and hung up and I lay back on the kitchen floor with the phone on my stomach, grinning at the ceiling. The cat stopped purring and came closer to stare into my face. He looked concerned. Maybe he didn't know I was grinning. Maybe he thought I was dying of some sort of hideous facial stricture. Is that possible? Death by grinning. I said, "She's coming to see us.

a face as suggestive of early maturity as his brother's was of lingering boyishness.

But has anything happened to you? Your face is so strangely distorted.    No, I'm smiling, he said. This is going to be my way of smiling. I want this grimace to be my hallmark.

Quando forçamos o riso, usamos músculos e circuitos cerebrais diferentes dos que acionamos quando algo nos faz rir de verdade. Os seres humanos, em geral, não dão pela diferença. Mas um sensor biométrico conseguiria detetá-la.

When you force yourself to laugh, you use different brain circuits and muscles than when you laugh because something is really funny. Humans cannot usually detect the difference. But a biometric sensor could.9

an elderly man with a face that longed for a beard it didn't have.

Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.

eyebrows have never inflicted a moment of pain on me.

Even smiling, there's no hope for Marty's face. But I'm worried he might think the same of me, so I don't smile back.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

Constance Lane tried to frown, but there wasn't enough slack skin across her brow.

My pupils are stabbed into my head like black thumbtacks pinning my entire face in place.

The thing about owls is that they do sort of have this facial disc, which is unlike any other bird. They kind of have a face, more than like a dog or a giraffe. They have this weird, alien face that you can actually make expressive.

I've got this weird thing where I screw my face up. I don't know what it is, but I do it a lot.

There's a pressure to conform to particular images, and it feels a pretty exclusive pool of body image or facial image that is considered appealing. And in a way, that feels like pre-judging what an audience might actually want.

My face frowns by default, so when I'm most calm is when I appear the least approachable.