Quotes About Face

Tom scowls, just a micro-expression, before the practiced face peels over the real one, the smile smooth as frosting on a cupcake.

God is neither woman nor man but both these things. But now She has come to show us a new side to Her face, one we have ignored for too long.

You have a son?" the host asks. "How old is he?" Her face lights up. "He just turned nine." I can feel Yefim's eyes boring a hole in the side of my head. He's probably doing the mental calculation just like I am. And apparently, he arrives at the same conclusion I do. Because when he speaks, it comes out breathless. "Fuck. This is not good.

Down the way a silk design This face is mine Tis I, Katrina! Katrina, I.

I'll never forget Jonah's face. A light poured out of him and became the spirit of the room, like a genie released from a bottle after centuries of darkness.

However, he might not accept that having your face eaten off was suitable punishment for smoking aboard her ship.

Think of Richard Nixon or Jimmy Carter or Billy Graham, or even Albert Einstein, and what will come to your mind is an image, a picture of face, (in Einstein's case, a photograph of a face). Of words, nothing will come to mind. This is the difference between thinking in a word-centered culture and thinking in an image-centered culture.

We were on Barrow Street now. "Who is the man with the scar?" I said. She shot me a glance, and her face hardened. "You saw him?" "How could I miss? He was the real center of attention. Didn't you go to the opening at all?" "No" She said. "And just because you saw him doesn't mean he was there.

Like a voter's face saying, I may not like you, but I'll vote for you anyway because you might give me something I want.

The mirror showed a face with wild eyes and skinned-back lips, the face of a fox gone mad.

I have a strange kind of face; people trust me. More than that, they see in my face what they want to be there.

Gwladus, my honey, bring us food. Bring us a lot of it. Your lady is all bone; her face looks sharp enough to cut cheese.

Hild, always visible, always watched, settled an attentive look on her face and drifted away into the music still cycling through her head. Cool, clear, endless as the sky. Perhaps it would help with any cleansing to come.

My face is my most useful tool. I made it smile.

Uncertain firelight, a softer orange, made the shadows dance and sway, so that her face looked hollow and old.

His whole face tended towards the nose — it was what, in common parlance, is known as a "pitcher-mug.

BOBCHINSKY Not bad looking, in civilian dress, walking about the room, a reflective look on his face . . . his physiognomy . . . his behavior, and up here (He waves his hand around his forehead) a lot, a lot of everything.

I'd rather see America save her soul than her face.

Nos vies sont les mêmes. Nos vies se débattent, crient dans la nuit, hurlent et tremblent de peur. Infiniment nous cherchons un abri. Un lieu où le vent siffle moins fort. Un endroit où aller. Et cet abri est un visage, et ce visage nous suffit.

I have only to shut my eyes after looking at it to forget the face. I can remember the wall of the room, the little heater, but all impression of the face of the principal figure in the room is blotted out; I am unable to recall a single thing about it.

But actually glasses are the worst. Any sense of your face disappears when you put them on. Glasses obstruct whatever emotions that might appear on your face—passion, grace, fury, weakness, innocence, sorrow. And it's curious how it becomes impossible to try to communicate with your eyes. Glasses are like a ghost.

A Christian servant is one who perpetually looks into the face of God and then goes forth to talk to others.

A Christian servant is one who perpetually looks into the face of God and then goes forth to talk to others. The ministry of Christ is characterized by an abiding glory of which the servant is totally unaware—". . . Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone while he talked with Him" (Exodus 34:29).

Others have more beauty in their face/Without thy heart:/To some is giv'n more honour, birth or grace,/And ye thou art/To my thoughts as the star,/That sparks so bright above,/Seems to the moth so far/Yet holds his love