Quotes About Face

I believe that unless it's a scene where I'm alone, then of course I could do what I want but I think good acting is about what happens between people, not on your face and my face.

I need a little bass and I don't even need that crazy bass to break your face. I just want it to sound good when I have my favorite song.

I've died so many times in so many movies. What is it about my face that people want to kill it? I'm sure they would've killed Kitty Farmer if they could've!

I'm so excited for my son. On Christmas morning I want to see his face, to be there when he opens the gifts. I want the see what my assistants got him for Christmas.

My image is very important to me. I want to bring a good face to my family. That's the way I've been raised.

The creature spun, tumbling, then twisted round to face its attacker, rage blazing in its skull.

Hunched, his face pulsing with pain, Mebra watched with hooded eyes as his words sank roots into the Red Blade commander's mind.

Rellock wants to go back to fishing, hee hee! But the place you left is not what you return to, oh no. From one day to the next, never mind years. Rellock's done work guided by the hands of gods, yet he dreams of dragging nets, with the sun on his face and lines between his toes! He is the heart of the Empire - Laseen should take note! Take note!

Shock registered in Baruk's face.

To see a face behind a name, if that name was wreathed in tales of heroism, was a clean kind of curiosity. But the face of a monster invited its own fascination, perhaps in the shock of recognition, since every face could be seen in one; or, more to the point, from that one face, it took little imagination to find one's own.

Mammot's face crinkled into a wise smile.

When you are judgemental, all the paint in the world cannot hide the ugliness of your face. The viciousness inside pushes through and twists every feature.

I noticed a still face in the maelstorm of activity; a white-skinned face, that did not smile. Shadow eyes. A veil about the head. I felt suddenly cold. The whirling corynantic dancers became mere phantoms in the aura of this motionless figure, this other woman. Her body was wrapped in a thick, dark cloak; only her face was visible. As if she'd been waiting for me to notice her, she came towards me, this true harpy-woman; her white face expressionless.

A faint but discomfortable memory of a screaming face surfaced in Shem's mind.

I shall never forget how he paused and turned, looked back over his shoulder at me. His eyes, his face were full of secrets and humor. I felt as if the arrow of the sun had pierced my heart. His beauty seemed doomed, somehow.

My heart was beating so fast, I could actually hear it echoing in my ears, and my face felt on fire with excitement.

A trick of the dawn light rendered the man's eyes a glowing band across his face. His mouth was smiling, but it seemed a mouth used to sadness.

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellent about him that had little to do with appearances.

Owen." Othman stroked his face, rubbed his arm. "Don't fight me. Lily hasn't. Lily knows me now. Lily trusts me.

He saw cruelty in her face and a tenderness too great to be born. He saw the balance of life and death swinging within her expression, the fate of love on her brow.

His face was a leering mask, all vestige of beauty fled.

The demon laughed, its grotesque face hanging inches above Daniel's own. Its tongue lashed out like a thick, wet worm and licked Daniel's face; its saliva stank of rotting flesh.

There was something repellant about the face before her, yet also seductive.

The touch of the demon was the essence of pleasure. He stroked Daniel's face, his throat, and his burning eyes were full of tenderness.