Quotes About Face

It also told me this wasn't a planned attack, which is what stopped me from putting a drone through Ras's face. (Also, I was running out of drones.)

It used to be said that by a certain age a man had the face that he deserved. Nowadays, he has the face he can afford.

a woman who had the face of an angel and the personality of a Doberman pinscher,

All of this are the image of Knowledge, the image of the Matrix Word of Knowledge in which the Matrix Word of Love is reflected, and not the Matrix Word of Knowledge itself, because it is made definitive by the Absolute Truth and Absolute Truth is precisely non-Knowledge, so the true face of Knowledge is precisely non-Knowledge, which is the Mirror in which Love is reflected and not the image of love in this mirror of Knowledge.

For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress

Take my hand And lead me to salvation Take my love For love is everlasting And remember The truth that once was spoken To love another person Is to see the face of God.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

When Sue Wears Red When Susanna Jones wears red Her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the age. Come with a blast of trumpets, Jesus! When Susanna Jones wears red A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night Walks once again. Blow trumpets, Jesus! And

She shrugged. "I was going to leave anyway. I told you." "But not like this. You could have left under far more favorable circumstances." She grinned, unable to disagree. "Maybe." Her grin slowly faded, her eyes searching my face. "But I never could have left for as important a reason. We can't always wait for the perfect timing.

Faint shadows of green and crimson fell upon my lady's face from the painted escutcheons in the mullioned window by which she sat; but every trace of the natural color of that face had faded out, leaving it a ghastly ashen gray.

Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.

But sometimes his face would change, as if sorrow touched his shoulder, saying, "Had you forgotten me?

The east face is no easy climb. But it is well established, with lots of fixed ropes. Because these ropes are already anchored in place, it might be better suited to your level of experience.

Distraction is an attempt to escape that rarely works. You don't put out a fire by ignoring the fire. You have to acknowledge the fire. You can't compulsively swallow or tweet or drink your way out of pain. There comes a point at which you have to face it. To face yourself. In a world of a million distractions you are still left with only one mind.

What a gift it was to be normal! We're all walking on these unseen tightropes when really we could slip at any second and come face to face with all the existential horrors that only lie dormant in our minds.)

Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.

her smile was always to me like the shining out of an angel's face from behind a mask where brave struggles with heavy sorrows had left deep imprints of mortality.

The Moon shows us only one side of its face and there is no man on Earth who can succeed this! Every man's other face has its time to be seen!

He wanted to look at the face of his enemy - or at least upon his ashes.

then she was laughing. They both were, and the savage teeth were the most joyous sight Phaedra had seen for a long time. It was as if they were dancing. There it was. Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance.

There it was. Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance. It robbed Phaedra of her breath.

At times it's like sadness has planted itself on her face, refusing to leave, an overwhelming sadness, and sometimes I see despair there, too.

Tar had a reason, plenty of reasons. The latest were painted on his face, too.

saw darkness visible. I saw its true face." "Why then, after all you had seen, did you set your feet on this path, if you believe we are the powers of darkness?" "Because I thought that darkness had only one or two faces. It took me a long time to learn that it has many, and that its worst face masquerades as light.