Quotes About Face

I know there's this idea going around that I bury The Young Bucks on commentary but that's never been the case. If anything, I've only treated them harshly as heels. That's it. When they started turning around from being a heel to a face, it's a whole different story. That's simply a matter of how I see commentary as opposed to beef.

Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.

But in truth there was more expression in the flower than was yet in the face. The flower expressed what God was thinking of when He made it; the face, what the girl was thinking of her self. When she ceased thinking of herself, then, like the flower, she would show what God was thinking of when he made her.

Her dark eyes looked as if they found repose there, so quietly did they rest on the face of the old man

A flush of anger crimsoned the old lady's pale face. It looked dead no longer. Hold your tongue, she said. You are rude. And Miss Gladwyn did hold her tongue, but nothing else, for she was laughing all over.

Something in his face deeply moved me. It was the face of a man who would commit murder and throw away his life for a friend – the kind of face you would expect in an Anarchist, though as likely as not he was a Communist.

a tiny, ailing, very silent child of two or three, with a face made simian by thinness.

He never appeared ugly to me, for his face, beaming with boundless kindness and benevolence towards mankind, had the stamp of intellectual beauty.

never appeared ugly to me, for his face, beaming with boundless kindness and benevolence towards mankind, had the stamp of intellectual beauty.

Oh, the joy of the arrival of a child, which is both the one and the other, a mirror in which husband and wife, who love each other, can see each other in one single face.

there was something very taking in her face which owed nothing to the excellence of her features: an expression of sweetness, a sparkle of irrepressible fun, an unusually open look, quite devoid of self-consciousness.

The Miller glared round at us, then his ruined face collapsed into a grin that showed all his tombstone teeth.

The souls of people do not interest him, that is to say for him the reality of life is in the head, the face and the body and this is for him so important, so persistent, so complete that it is not at all necessary to think of any other thing and the soul is another thing.

In the CoverGirl Melting Pout Matte Lipstick ads, I am wearing this gorgeous purple color called Seismic. It's such a different shade, but it works well with my face. I've got hazel eyes, and so purple kind of compliments it. It's a nice shade to put on when I'm feeling a little sassy.

Headwise, I always kind of knew that everyone goes grey in our family very early - and I was like, it works for me. I started growing my beard, and it changes the shape of your skull and your face, and I started seeing my mother's side of the family in myself for the first time.

Comedy isn't necessarily all dialogue. Think of Buster Keaton: the poker face and all this chaos going on all around him. Sometimes it's a question of timing, of the proper rhythm.

I colour my hair mousy brown and I wear makeup only on stage. I use Laura Mercier - something called Biscuit, I think. I run one tiny sponge over my face and cover the red blotches. If I've got some rouge, I'll bung it on my mouth and cheeks.

One beauty tip men can follow is to apply argan oil on their face before they sleep, I have been following this routine for a long time.

I don't want the audience to tire of me too quickly. TV would be the fastest way to make them so sick of my face they'd never want to see it again.

When a patient comes in for a face lift, I can get in there and lift up the deep tissue. But, one thing I cannot fix with surgery or these hands is the skin.

A conventional blade has more toe hang so that's for people who want to rotate the face more. I'm not that person. I don't have a strong arc to my stroke so the mallet works better for me.

He touched my face; I could feel the heat of his fingers, and this time I did not flinch away, although I was trembling.

It was kind of comfortable, in a weird sort of way, watching a client's face while he decided how he was going to lie to me.

wreck that had been his sanctuary growing up. Before he could announce himself she'd turned, her hair swinging softly around her face and brushing her jaw. "Are you going