Quotes About Face

an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.

The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her.

fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion.

Mama's eyes were like pale blue cutouts, pasted to her face.

The instant he entered I saw by his face that he had not been successful. Amusement and chagrin seemed to be struggling for the mastery, until the former suddenly carried the day, and he burst into a hearty laugh.

Here is Gregson coming down the road with beatitude written upon every feature of his face.

His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.

When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.

knowing smile on his face: What's this mischief here?

Her face was pale and as wrinkled as a dhobi's thumb from being in water for too long.

Ammu quickly learned to recognize and despise the ugly face of sympathy. They...gloated. She fought off the urge to slap them.

the greater blood flow to the face drained blood from the brain.)

She did not smile, but her face had the lovely serenity that can become a smile without transition.

Assault! he croaked. The battery might yet follow. The warning- entirely unnecessary from Patience's perspective- came from Vane. One look at his face, as hard as granite and equally unyielding, would have informed any sane person of that fact.

The shadows of his face were deepening and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in the movements of his body, as if he were taking infinite care not to arouse the passion of his wounds. As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like one who goes to choose a grave.

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Why do you keep looking back there? the guy in charge had asked. From time to time I need an antidote, Eddie said. From what? Your face.

The fears of children were simpler and usually more powerful. The fears of children could often be summoned up in a single face... and if bait were needed, why, what child did not love a clown?

It starts here. From its field of roses, the Dark Tower cries out in its beast's voice. Time is a face on the water.

Sure. Sure you have. I never forget a face.

A homely face does not guarantee a homely character. Appearance is the body, character is the spirit, and the soul bears the most vital qualities.

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.

I like the challenge of trying different things and wondering whether it's going to work or whether I'm going to fall flat on my face.