Quotes About Face

I did a lot of modeling in the U.K. A lot of it wasn't high fashion because I don't have the body or the face for high fashion modeling. I did a lot of sportswear, swimwear, and beachwear.

I started doing modeling and continued for good three to four months and then I started getting Kannada movies. Then I realized that I really want to try getting into acting. A lot of people started saying that have 'I have a Bollywood face.'

I think probably, the makeup artists don't really know how long it's going to take until they really work with your face and they kind of mold it and build it as they're going along.

I just don't think CGI is up to manipulating the human face yet. I feel like you can get away with it with aliens or monsters or something that's intentionally foreign, but I have yet to see anything digital to do with the human face that doesn't just look ridiculous.

Brows more or less can sculpt the face and minimize features you find less flattering.

Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be

The ecological crisis we face is so obvious that it becomes easy -- for some, strangely or frighteningly easy -- to join the dots and see that everything is interconnected. This is the ecological thought. And the more we consider it, the more our world opens up.

The word of the Lord to us is to stop seeking His benefits and seek Him. We are not to seek His hands any longer, but seek His face.

Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.

The doctor raised the gun and pointed it at what in his fear ought to have been flaring nostrils, foaming lips, and the red-rimmed eyes of a savage. Instead he saw the quiet, even serene, face of a man not to be fooled with.

She stopped then and turned her face toward him and the hateful wind.

C'est la haine qui fait cet effet. Elle consume tout, sauf elle-même, si bien que, quelque soit votre chagrin, votre visage devient exactement le même que celui de votre ennemi.

I was physically revolted by and secretly frightened of those round moronic eyes, the pancake face, and orangeworms hair.

Then there was someone else I met, whose face and voice I can't forget, and the memory of her is like a jail I'm trapped inside, or maybe she is something I just use to hold my real life at a distance.

Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It's up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.

Joseph reloaded and missed again. And again. "I guess I'm trying to aim a little high because I'm afraid that I'm going to shoot him in the face," he said. "You should ignore that fear," said Kenny, who began to urinate in full view of everyone.

Today I want to resolve nothing. I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it..

Nay, Father. You've a wedding to be about. I want no one to ever question my right to this lady again. (Ewan) Ewan. You'll pass out before it's through. (Lochlan) Then toss some water on my face, prop me up and make sure I say 'I do' when I need to. (Ewan)

and gradually his face took on an expression of grudging pudding contentment.

A closed casket was not part of the scenario, hit by Beantown Bug Killers or not. I wondered if my face was smooshed in. Eesh.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above her head. She imagined a face in the shadows and folds of fabric, a face with sad, hollow eyes. The sliver of light shining through a crack in the window curtains disappeared. Shadows deepened and swirled and the face became even more uncannily real.

His small features huddled in the center of his round face like the holes in a bowling ball.

But let's face it, the world of sex is weird no matter how you look at it. I mean-fourteen hours after you've had your face smashed into someone's genitals, you're walking down the street with the boy as though that were all "just fine, thank you, how are you!