Quotes About Face

I get cast a lot of times in movies with nice people for some reason - because I have a nice face or something.

It is necessary to look glamorous if your role demands it in Bollywood, but in Hollywood they like more of a natural look - clean skin, clean face and nicely done hair, but you still look glamorous.

Nigeria has had the misfortune - no, the fortune - of seeing the worst face of capitalism anywhere in Africa. The masses have seen it, they are disgusted, and they want an alternative.

There's a hurried intensity in the strokes--you can see where he scratched into the wet paint with the end of the brush. It's as if he knew there wasn't much time left. And yet, there's a serenity in his face, a sense of something that's survived its own ruin.

Plus it's just embarrassing when someone - oops.' She pressed a hand to her side, and had the blood draining out of Harper's face. 'What? What?' 'Nothing. baby's moving around. Sometimes it gives me a jolt is all.' 'You should stand up. You should sit down.

The tension was slipping away from under his fingers as he touched her, and building everywhere else. A kind of gathering inside her, a concentration of heat. The pressure in her chest was so sudden and strong it made her breath short. The muscles in her stomach began to twist, tighten. Ache. "My face doesn't have anything to do with what I am." "Maybe not, but that doesn't take away the pure pleasure of looking at it.

Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

The Ravager is not the last weapon. Nor do I even control it. There is … another." His face twitches. "You don't mean …" "I do mean. He's not dead." "But you said he was." "I lied." She shrugs. "This was … all his plan. Wasn't it? I should've seen it. I fell for a trap. We all fell for your trap.

Sir, I don't want this to get ugly." "Have you seen your face, guardsman? Too late to wish for pretty.

Don't worry, my pearl. I'll be careful, not to ruin your face when I kill you!

Cold rain streaked the dark gray stone, trickling like tears down its smooth blank face.

Its face crinkled up grotesquely, the eyes narrowing like those of a laughing Buddha, the lips peeling back to expose a sickle of brilliant teeth.

He'd never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A

He gave a moment's consideration to the possibility of lingering to wash his face and hands (maybe even to changing his puke-splattered shirt), but he decided to forgo cleanliness in favor of making a fast exit.

I was watching the power at work behind the face of the world. What I had always assumed to be a calamitous unseen war, waged in sky and rock and on occasion invading your human world, was not a bloody battle, with legions slaughtering one another; it was this endless fish-market bartering.

I have a good poker face because I am half dead inside.

Blake's face distorted in surprise and worry, that of a man stumbling into a kingdom of hornets.

He had a narrow raccoon face that drew Elwood's attention to his tiny nose and dark circles under his eyes and thick bristly eyebrows. Spencer was fastidious with his dark blue Nickel uniform; every crease in his clothes looked sharp enough to cut, as if he were a living blade.

The anger on his face slowly vanished... Don't do this. (Listen you miserable bag of wind, you creature who call yourself a god. You have betrayed us. We lose because they are better. We lose because we live in a world of dreams. We lose because we are as children.) My son; says Yama.

Such words he utters, and sick with deep distress he feigns hope on his face, and keeps his anguish hidden deep in his breast.

The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.

What amulet is there against this disaster? What face can I summon to lay cool upon this heat?

I will seek out a face, a composed, a monumental face, and will endow it with omniscience, and wear it under my dress like a talisman and then (I promise this) I will find some dingle in a wood where I can display my assortment of strange, valuable objects. I promise myself this. So I will not cry. -Virginia Woolf, The Waves