Quotes About Face

That wasn't so bad," I decided, after downing the shot. Maybe I was getting my rhythm. "Because you threw it over your shoulder," Scarface told me, looking smug. "Did not." I looked behind me, only to see an outraged vamp with fey wine dripping down his face. "Oops." "It was for luck," Ray said defensively, wrapping both my hands around a glass. "Drink!" I drank.

I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read.I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.

It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.

The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.

Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness." "Death's an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So, who knew how to thaw me?" "Death's an insult." "At least an affront," I agree.

Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it—bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.

A bottle of beer mysteriously tips itself over and pours all over her head. Now she looks like a drowned rat. "It does have perks," I agree. "Little testy tonight?" "That woman's boobs do not belong in your face." "It's not as if I can see yours at the moment." "Well, you're damn well going to feel them. Soon." "One hopes," he murmurs.

feet ahead, driving thousands of tiny, needlelike grains into our unprotected face, our eyes.

Only one way to deal with

Nature gives you the face you possess at twenty . . . Life the face you possess at thirty. But the face you have at fifty is the face you deserve.

Nature gives you the face you possess at twenty, she always quoted to her daughter Fanny. Life the face you possess at thirty. But the face you have at fifty is the face you deserve.

His skin was dark, his face tanned, little crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Sun lines, not laugh lines, she was sure. She couldn't imagine the devil captain ever laughing at anything except, perhaps, someone else's pain.

At night I dream of snakes; vipers, of different colors Your face looks at me I am anti-social; cannot participate This is my stigma; inscribed as a snakebite I bear the crescent moon I also bear you, beloved As my living sign

Necessity has the face of a dog.

Maybe I'll even become a nun and swear off boys forever." Scarlet turned to study me. "No. Your face wouldn't be good in a habit.

the smile spread over her face like a time-lapse video he had once seen in a high school physics class of a rose in bloom.

Describe the shape of his face. Round, square?" "Rectangular, I suppose, with a cleft chin." "We're not at the chin yet." "Well, pardon me," he retorted, stung by her snippy tone. She tilted her head and drew a deep breath.

Pleased as punch. That's an odd-sounding turn of phrase, isn't it? How can a punch be pleased? It's punch. Rum and lemons and such. And if it's the other sort of punch they mean, a punch in the face- well that doesn't sound very pleasing at all, does it?

With his pinned-back ears and face suffused with strong, hard-to-read feelings, Bowie looked sleek and dangerous briefly, belying the neatness, the pampered hands.

Agent Brendel: These are the descendants of our Lord. I myself have seen the documents that prove it. We have protected them and their predecessors for nineteen centuries, and whatever their appearance now, we believe - we know - their child will be the next messiah. Starr: He's shitting in his hand, Brendel. The brother hurls his feces at, and hits Agent Brendel in the face Agent Brendel: Have faith, Herr Starr.

My aim here is to put a human face—a child's face—on the "collateral damage" of gun violence in America.

Quiet Prayer: As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

A hard grimace set on Abitha's face. "If it is a witch they want," she hissed, "then a witch they shall have.