Quotes About Face

Nanny McBride," she said with a straight face. His old nanny. His eyes flew open. "Nanny McBride?" "I'm sure she'd be much better than I am at administering a good whipping. Yes, I can just see Nanny McBride in a red French corset with black lace—" "Stop!" he roared. He shuddered. "That's an image that's going to stick in my mind forever. Horrible.

Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel. Other times they'll reach out and touch you like adoring grandparents on their deathbeds, trying to memorize your face with their fingers.

If the truth is not in the face, then where is it? In the hands! In the hands.

There was a fear in the unknown which was too vast to find the strength to face. Everything precious and familiar was being engulfed in a spiritual void.

perhaps an inch or two taller than Monk, and extremely handsome. His face was lean and narrow, but with fine, dark eyes, a long nose and a chiseled mouth. Apart from his features, there was a quickness of intelligence in him, lines of wit and laughter around his mouth and a hint of temper between his brows. It was the face of a proud man of unusual charm and, Monk guessed, a considerable ability to command others.

Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future - both what it would be, and what I will: You are the Queen of the Damned, that's what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down.

Can you picture it, this splendid domesticity, dim lamps, the vampire father singing to the vampire daughter? Only the doll had a human face, only the doll.

Doll, doll,' I called her. That's what she was. A magic doll. Laughter and infinite intellect and then the round-cheeked face, the bud mouth.

It's only mercy I ask, that I go now to find hell, if there is a hell, or sweet oblivion which surely I do not deserve. If there is a Prince of Darkness, then I shall set eyes upon him at last. I shall spit in his face.

I walked through the crowded galleria. Denim jacket, white T-shirt, face half covered by giant dark glasses;

The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were sculpted from bleached bone, and his face was as seemingly inanimate as a statue, except for two brilliant green eyes that looked down at the boy intently like flames in a skull.

I saw her shimmering face for an instant; she came towards me; I thought this is death again, this is death coming, the woods and the wolves coming, and no place to hide, and then my eyes closed.

Ah, such complexity, such inexplicable combinations, such strange matter, and yet very human face so compelling, every hand so exquisitely wrought.

When you get your author's photo taken, be sure not to touch your face." "Why would I do that?" "It's a mystery, but quite common. You must have seen this one." Oscar struck a brooding pose, his fist beneath his chin. "For the author whose brain is too heavy to stay up on its own.

Zane gestured to the table. Did you see what I brun-brought? She shook her head, turning back to the papers. I've read these. Not that one. Nipped it from The Spotted Dog. Last week's news, but I thought you'd like the bottom-right bit. At least your reading is coming along. An' I washed my face last Sunday, he said virtuously. -Zane & Rue

I'm stuck fighting. (Acheron) You're stuck fighting. But you're welcome to come share my beach any time you get tired of the brawl. (Savitar) Save me a spot. If this blows up in my face, I'll be back with my tail forever tucked between my legs. (Acheron)

Only because I'm not a morning person. (Joe) And you're not a night person either. Face it, babe. You've only got two good minutes a day. The minute before noon and the minute right after. (Tee)

Is it not enough to make me come back to life out of spite, to have someone who spat in my face while I existed come and rub my feet when I am beginning to exist no longer?

In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel.

I mean, the things you think will never happen, you have to confront; those things that come into your life that you thought you never could deal with, you do.

I didn't ask any questions. Everything I wanted to know was written in tortured phrases across the desolation of her face.

The faintest hint of a smile touched Halt's pale face.

I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...

only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...