Quotes About Face

It was a clear, picturesque day, a February day without could, without emotion or spirit, like a beautiful women with an empty face.

I am puffed clay, blown up and set down. That I fall like Adam is not surprising: I plunge, waft, arc, pour, and dive. The surprise is how good the wind feels on my face as I fall. And the other surprise is that I ever rise at all

His face was contorted with rage, muscles twitching beneath his skin like a nest of rattlesnakes in a thin cotton sack.

Widmerpool's face assumed a dramatic expression that made him look rather like a large fish moving swiftly through opaque water to devour a smaller one.

Her expression was oafish, but it was on the whole this quality that gave her face a certain retentive efficacy. She had the look of a gnome or prematurely vicious child. But underneath the suggestion of peculiar knowingness an apparent and immense credulity lurked.

He was wearing a grey flannel suit on which faint mauve squares were visible at close range. His face was bewildered. It was not uncommon for Shirley to register bewilderment.

He, as he told his tale, did not look her in the face, but sat with his eyes fixed upon her muff.

But of course you must endure the ill-effects of his influence, — be they what they may. When you seceded from our Government you looked for certain adverse consequences. If you did not, where was your self-sacrifice? That such men as Mr. Bonteen should feel that you had scuttled the ship, and be unable to forgive you for doing so, — that is exactly the evil which you knew you must face.

Her smile, when she condescended to smile, was very sweet,—lighting up her whole face and flattering for the moment the person on whom it shone. It was as though a rose in emitting its perfume could confine itself to the nostrils of its one favoured friend. And

Twas the moment deep When we are conscious of the secret dawn Amid the darkness that we feel is green . . . Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when, It has been sung of, though I know not where . . . She

I will give him the precedence; and then, from these things which he adduces, I will shoot him dead with new words and thoughts. And at last, if he mutter, he shall be destroyed, being stung in his whole face and his two eyes by my maxims, as if by bees. Aristophanes, Clouds 945

Problems seldom go away if they're ignored.

As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.

Sherlock Holmes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of laughter.

As a rule," said Holmes, "the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.

the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.

Son los delitos corrientes, sin rasgos característicos, los que de verdad confunden, del mismo modo que un rostro corriente es el más difícil de identificar.

You will like Court life, I promise," she said, smiling sweetly as we went out of the parlor. I took care to walk behind her so she could not see my face.

Bergan's face assumed the expression (and the hue) of a stuffed trout.

o Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.

She is hysterical," said Mrs. Halloran. "Slap her quite firmly in the face.

I dread that it may be only a longing for annihilation. No person who has seen his own face plain can want to live longer.

tall evergreens whose long and lush boughs were coated with mineral dust, like elegant ladies wearing too much face powder.

Are you a political prisoner, Dooley? Her blue eyes, immense now in her gaunt face, turned a pitying gaze on the reporter who'd asked her this. Yes, she said. And so are you.