Quotes About Face

When power corrupts, it keeps a log of its progress, written into that most sensitive memory device, the human face.

When power corrupts, it keeps a log of its progress, written into that most sensitive memory device, the human face. Who could withstand the light? What viewer could believe in the war, the system, the countless lies about American freedom, looking into these mugs shots of the bought and sold?

He's wasted gallons of paint thinner striking his faithful Zippo, its charred wick, virility giving way to thrift, rationed down to a little stub, the blue flame sparking about the edges in the dark, the many kinds of dark, just to see what's happening with her face. Each new flame, a new face.

I am so glad you like them', said he, staring at his feet. 'They seem to have got so much whiter since the moon rose.' And he turned his lean sorrowful long face to Bertha. 'There is a moon, you know.' She wanted to cry: I am sure there is--often--often.

Roger had a charming smile, one that illuminated his whole face; wrinkling his nose, crinkling the skin around his hazel eyes.

rack which Cook had provided. She was about to return to the schoolroom and suggest that they start lessons at once in order to go out into the snow as soon as they had finished, when the door shot open and Lonnie appeared. Her face was bright red and her dark eyes

Take a look at my face. Do you see my expression? Does it scare you? It should, because this is the expression of a woman who's fallen off a horse too many times to put up with more shenanigans of the verbal variety.

Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.

Leave me alone! Stop it, Panda Face!

You really are a crybaby. Are you going to face Allen like this?" "Oh well…don't tell anybody, okay?" "As if I would.

His wild white hair and beard projected from all angles of his face, making him look like a dandelion gone to seed.

I have forgotten my mask, and my face was int it.

It is the face of his own evil shadow that grins at Western man from the other side of the Iron curtain.

For who could deny, literally in the face of so much wonder, that love was the greatest magic of them all?

from everything.' A shadow flitted across her face, and Vivi wondered if she was doing the right thing. But her doubt vanished as swiftly as it had appeared. It was time to clear the

The face tells us subtleties in feelings that only a poet can put into words.

Almost don't matter. You got to deal with the situation at hand.

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I've lost it.

Leap out the window, my inner Tigress cried. You aren't ready to face such a powerful Tiger. I frowned. I thought a true Tigress never backed down from a fight. Don't you know anything? When she's in heat, she avoids everything male. Now run!

There's a reason I don't have a list of villains as long as Bruce's, Barry's, or even yours. When I deal with them, I deal with them.

As round as appil was his face.

A knockout, Curran said behind me. I jumped in the air about a foot and managed to land with some semblance of dignity. He had managed to sneak up on me again. Time to save face. Nah. That wasn't a knockout. I just staggered him a bit. I wasn't talking about the kick, baby.

I looked at his face and saw the decisive thrust of the adolescent jaw. No intelligent life there.

Now that the first impact of his impossible face had worn off, she saw a network of small scars near his left eye. He was real, all right. He bled and scarred just like the rest, and that meant he wouldn't find bullets in his chest amusing.