Quotes About Face

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

Dr. Van Helsing, are you mad?" He raised his head and looked at me, and somehow the tenderness of his face calmed me at once. "Would I were!" he said. "Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like this.

When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace, "Monster, give me my child!

She came at once, after saying pleasantly to Mr Renfield: 'Good-bye, and I hope I may see you often, under auspices pleasanter to yourself', to which, to my astonishment, he replied: 'Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!

Si alguna vez un rostro ha podido expresar la muerte, si una mirada es capaz de matar, aquel rostro, aquella mirada, se hallaban ante nosotros.

Without her glasses Vivian did look a little frightening. She had tight sinewy strappy muscles and a face that was hardened and almost brutal - a face that might have been chiseled by a sculptor who had fallen out of love with the idea of beauty.

The velvet darkness of his face

Though Madeleine's face reminded Dr. Graveline in many ways of a camel, he was fond of her. She was the kind of steady patient that offshore trust funds are made of.

It is a characteristic conceit of our species to put human face on random cosmic violence.

It is a characteristic conceit of our species to put a human face on random cosmic violence.

I have my wizard's rock along. Could I interest you? Adie's face softened in a shy smile. I would like that very much. She watched him as she sat back, taking a bite of her apple. Zedd arched an eyebrow. Naked?

Everything was white around the childlike beauty of her face. "I'm so sorry, Denna," he whispered. "You will remember me?" "I will have nightmares the rest of my life." Her smile widened. "I'm glad." She seemed genuinely proud.

I hate cats. Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. I SEE, he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.

The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed.

Magrat had used a lot of powder to make her face pale and interesting. It combined with the lavishly applied mascara to give the guard the impression that he was looking at two flies that had crashed into a sugar bowl.

I'm sure you won't dream of trying to escape from your obligations by fleeing the city...' 'I assure you the thought never even crossed my mind, lord.' 'Indeed? Then if I were you I'd sue my face for slander.

Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like 'his mighty steed was as fleet as the wind on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,' and any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne.

I find it best to worry about the little things. Things that can be helped by being worried about. Such as the making of clam chowder, (..)coffee. The bigger stuff, well, you have to handle that as it faces you.

The face you wear in a battlefield should be a solemn one until the time when things are cleaned up and the real world drips its way in.

Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.

In memory of Jim Heacock "In thy face I see the map of honor, truth, and loyalty." —William Shakespeare Henry VI, Part III

We share a belief that evil isn't just a concept. It's real, and it has a physical presence. It has a face. He paused. At some time in our lives, we've each seen it in the flesh.

For a time he watched the Captain's unconscious face, reading it with great tenderness and utmost attention, like a mother with an infant. His words said, Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose? And they said, But I'm glad it's you, little prince. I'm glad it's you. He put out his huge hand and, with a feather touch, stroked the sleeping lips.

Traditionally with debut albums, labels insist on a face, so people know who you are.