Quotes About Face

My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.

I need love more than hope or money, wisdom or a drink Because slow negative death withers the world — and only yes can turn the tide Because love has your face and body Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and your hands are tender and your mouth is sweet — and God has made no other eyes like yours.

What we do need to worry about is the possibility that we will be reduced, in the face of the enormities of our time, to silence or to mere protest.

The mask hides the face, but the look reveals the soul's intent.

Your color's nice, James—pity about your face, though," said a freight car.

I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even Better than all by this, that through my chase In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven I seem'd to see and follow still your face. Your face my quarry was. For it I rode, My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.

Oh, 'tis a terrible thing in early youth To be assailed by laughter and mute shame, A terrible thing to be befooled forsooth By one's own foolish face betrayed in flame.

My face is still marked with Henry's blood and I bend over this boy as if I'm taking a drink from a fountain in the park. I brush his nearly dead lips and they are dry as the back of my hand. His tongue barely touches mine and pulls away like a thief and oh Lucy if you had only asked me for this.

Dalla tua espressione tragicomalinconica, dice Grégoire, dev'essere Mahler. Ma guarda un po', adesso indovini il tipo di musica dall'espressione di un volto? Certo, quando ascolti quel polacco, Penderecki, sembri un cubo di Rubik abbandonato.

Ledoux's face was pebbled with mosquito bites. Forget the Cutter's and that means every needle-nose bug in the woods spare-changing you for blood like cornerboy hustlers spotting a strung-out Kennedy trying to score on Seventh. Like you got plenty to give.

Normally when I tell people I'm a gender studies major, they look at me like I'm studying Sanskrit or Latin. But now, NOW I had something to show my family, to possibly convince them that one day I would be employable. Look! People still like feminism! Or maybe they just really like Ryan Gosling's face. But they're getting that face with a dose of feminism! Like it or not.

The face is more honest than the mouth will ever be.

Reality is just a slap on the face dancing in the moonlight.

The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered

A strange, soft deadliness in the youthful face.

For in Eubonia," he said, "we are taught that your wife's relatives will never find fault with you to your face so long as you keep away from them. And more than that, no sensible man expects.

I wanted a real diary, but there wasn't time to visit a stationery store, so instead I ran down to Thrift Drug and got you. According to your cover, you're an 'Official Popeye the Sailor Spiral-Bound Notebook, copyright © 1959 King Features Syndicate.' When I look into your wizened face, Popeye, I know you're a man I can trust.

Snobbery is just the public face of insecurity.

This is not a "guilty pleasure" of mine, simply because I don't believe in "guilty" pleasures. Snobbery is just the public face of insecurity.

It was the duty of any man to face his enemies without hesitation. This was a truth that Odd had been taught from the time he was old enough to learn. And he would never do anything less. But facing one's wife was a different matter. That was something he was very hesitant to do. Nor was he afraid to admit as much, and he doubted that any man would be.

The transformation the church needs is the kind that results from beholding the glory of God in the face of Christ (2 Cor. 3:18–4:6).

I watched his face put on that mask of bluff, goodnatured tolerance which is the mask of corruption in this particular time (for

Will he?" said Lymond. "Will you, Marigold?" Brilliant, youthful face confronted restless one. A little, malicious smile crossed the Master's face. "Oh, no, he won't," said Lymond confidently. "He's going to be a naughty, naughty rogue like you and me.

A smile, bracketing his still mouth, spread like bane over Lymond's pale face.