Quotes About Face

He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.

You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.

You know, some people think Shadowhunters are just myths. Like mummies and genies." Kyle grinned at Jace. "Can you grant wishes?" The fact that Kyle had just class Clary cute did not seem to have endeared him to Jace, whose face had tightened alarmingly. "That depends," he said. "Do you wish to be punched in the face?

Go to faeries for gossip about vampires, to werewolves for gossip about faeries, and do not gossip about werewolves, because they try to bite your face off: that was Magnus's motto.

The man glanced down and made a face. "I see that many pigeons have pooped upon these stairs," he remarked. "I shall remain standing, if that's not too rude.

A woman's face, naked and unadorned, is as beautiful as the moon, and as mysterious.

This Comanche cannot change his face. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently whispered comfort to her. If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

goffered front, and under it her face was round

Who told you you couldn't come back when you're grown? Was it the same person who told you grown-ups don't cry or blush or clap their hands when they're happy? Don't try to say otherwise, I've seen you fighting like a boxer to change your face so that it never shows anything. Whoever told you that's what growing up means is a villain , as true as a mustache. I am growing up, too, and look at me! I cry and I blush and I live in Fairyland always!

You can't trust just any old person who comes along with a hundred puffins and a pretty face!

The therapist had an enormous face. I wondered if this was a problem for her, since Korean women are so self-conscious about the size of their faces that they will go under the knife to shave their jawlines down (a common Korean compliment: "Your face is so small it's the size of a fist!").

Shame squats over my face and sits.

Swirling a glass of ice splashed with Scotch, the host seemed oblivious to the contradiction between what he'd just finished saying and what he was now showing me. After his second drink, he began to tell me about his failed marriage, to an American. "She insisted on riding around in my Rolls without covering her face. Of course, everyone stared at her," he said with distaste. After

Until age forty a man has the face he was born with, at forty he has the face he deserves." George

Well," continued Hilary, "it felt like somebody's face! You know when you play water polo, and you push a chap's face with your foot—" "What sort of water polo do you play, for heaven's sake?" asked Richard Cowes.

Her face is a map of remembered trouble and absorbed guilt, The green eyes look broken, as if their glass has shattered. A motorway pile-up of wrecked mascara. Lashes jeweled with tears.

The face is more honest than the mouth will ever be.

Self and soil! — ha! ha! "The soil is always grateful," says my uncle — "makes you a return in exact proportion to what you bestow on it in the way of manure and labor, — men don't." Says he, "the man that has got one hand in your pocket shakes the other fist in your face; the man that has got both hands in your pocket spits in your face."

Smade's patrons were diverse: explorers, locaters, Jarnell technicians, private agents in search of lost men or stolen treasure, more rarely an IPCC representative, or "weasel", in the argot of the Beyond. Others were folk more dire, and these were of as many sorts as there were crimes to be named. Making a virtue of necessity, Smade presented the same face to all.

Oh yeah, you're a regular sage. Shouldn't you be sitting on a mountain somewhere cultivating a long white beard waiting for knowledge seekers to come to you?" "Have I mentioned that sarcasm has the potential to be detrimental to the natural beauty of your face?" he countered.

But where you point…it's Lancut." For a long, perplexed moment Wiktor had looked at the map, then at his intended bride, and it was as if someone had lit a light in his face. "Darling, this is Winesooth." "Are you teasing me?" "No!" he said emphatically, pointing to the letters Lancut. "That's Winesooth. That's how we pronounce it." "Oh, Wiktor!

He leaned up a little and watched her face. Her face would now be, forever, more mysterious and impenetrable than the face of any stranger. Strangers' faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

Strangers' faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.