Quotes About Face

a face so broad and ruddy that he was dubbed "Bacon Face.

The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But does not talk my talk – I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind.

That's what violence was: emotion leaking out from consciousness into the physical world, linking up with the muscles of the arms and shoulders and diaphragm and, inevitably, the face. Stifle emotion during an act of violence and the face becomes a blank, unreadable mask.

His beard was thick and red—and annoyed his mother, who said only Hajis, men who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca, should grow red beards. His hair, however, was rather darker. His sky-eyes you know about. Ingrid had said, "They went mad with the colors when they made your face.

Middle Tennessee? Really? My bracket is more busted than Screech's face during puberty.

Happy Monday! Live without fear! Face your fears and see them as an OPPORTUNITY for strength and growth. You'll see, once you face them, they disappear!

That man made a deep impression on me; I shall never forget his countenance! The Englishman smiled imperceptibly.

corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed

He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.

Midwest childhood, a kidney condition that kept him out of the service, a stint at the Navy Yard before the job at the brewery. She merely nodded, trying to look attentive but actually studying his face, which was pleasant enough, studying his table manners, which were passable but in need of certain refinements—he buttered the back of his entire roll and put the half-bitten piece on the edge of his dinner plate.

Certain suggestions, or notions, would make the muscles of her lean spotty face quiver, her eyes go sharp and black, and her mouth work as if there was a despicable taste in it. She could stop you in your tracks then, like a savage thornbush.

His eyes be sad and thoughtful. His face begin to look like a woman face.

His eyes are the colour of the lowest notes on a cello. His eyelashes are so long, I feel them brush against my face as he blinks.

face that journey again in the winter." Arthur did not answer, and when she turned to look at him, she saw that

You can only conquer your fears by facing them. Hide from them, and they conquer you.

Her face was framed by two wings of lank black hair that curled under her long, pointed chin, so she looked like the female version of the wizard who was always giving Harry Potter such a hard time in the movies. Professor Snail or something.

In the Trees ON LOU'S SWEET, ROUND, BRISTLY FACE WAS THE LOOK OF A CHILD who has just seen a car back over his favorite toy. Tears sprang to his eyes, the brightest thing in the dark. It distressed her to see him nearly crying, to see his shock and disappointment, but the sound of the handcuff snapping shut—that sharp, clear click, echoing on the frozen

The face was bulbous and pink and hairless, utterly unremarkable, a Sunday school teacher's face, and that was the most unsettling part of it. Although he was probably my dad's age or older, the slack, anonymous complexion and dead eyes made it impossible to exactly pinpoint his age. He could have been a wax statue, a young actor made up to look old, or an amateurishly embalmed corpse.

I put down the stack of pages and turned around to face him directly, just as he'd always taught me to do once I realized I was in for a fight.

Ben had the face of a man who could murder someone in the middle of a crowd, and then talk his way out of it while cleaning the blood off the knife.

In the face of life's difficulties, let us ask the Lord for the strength to remain joyful witnesses to our faith.

He had such a reassuring round face, like a dinner plate, warm from washing.

troubled to the extreme limit of trouble by his radiant face and by the damnation for all souls which shone from it

For my face?" "It has been my fortune before to-night, Bunny. It has also given me more confidence than you are likely to believe at this time of day. You stimulate me more than you think." "Your gallery and your prompter's box in one?