Quotes About Face

Sometimes the world loses its face. it becomes too base. The task of the poet is to restore its face, because otherwise man is lost in doubt and despair. It is an indication that the world need not always be like this; it can be different. When I wrote...that I accepted the salvational goal of poetry, that was exactly what I had in mind, and I still believe that poetry can either save or destroy nations.

The precursor of the mirror is the mother's face.

So I think that is one of the reasons we can face some regional problems, which are very difficult, very dramatic and is necessary to have instruments to solve these problems. NATO is such instrument.

I didn't get acne until after college, and I was very concerned, not only because I didn't have the discipline to not pick at my face but then that would lead to scarring and more acne - it's a vicious cycle that can be broken!

I really hate Nicki Minaj, but I don't know why I hate her. I just hate her face, you know? So I went and just looked at some Nicki Minaj videos so I would have a leg to stand on if I ever met someone who liked her.

Actually, it's the beauty of independent music that the artist can feature in his own videos and be the face of it. It is unlike Bollywood movies, where one does playback singing.

Staring down into her mutinous face, he said ruefully, "Don't look like that. Good God, one would think we were conspiring to murder someone." "I have just the person in mind," she muttered.

The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it.

I reached up and touched his face, feeling the appealingly masculine stubble there.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is like a great anthem, yet there is a stillness all about it, a stillness full of lights.

He didn't see anything. She rolled to her feet. I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life! Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring. I don't-- She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. Dammit! She clapped her hands over them. It's like they're broken!

You've read your press, right? You know they call you a hard-ass." She lifted her hand and touched his face. "But they're wrong." She pressed her face to his throat and inhaled him...

Did you shout 'Parkour'? Michael asked. Well, sure, I said. That was kinda Parkour-like. Michael fought to keep a smile off his face. Harry, he said, I'm almost certain one does not shout 'Parkour.' I believe one is supposed to simply do Parkour. Do I criticize your Latin battle cries? No, never once.

You beg fate to make your fears into reality, Aleran. But for the moment, they are only fears. They may come. If so, then face them and overcome them. Until then, pay them no mind. You have enough to think on.

She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom? It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

Ebenezar blinked . Then he turned his face to me his expression clearly asking whether or not I was out of my damned mind . Wile E. Coyote I said to him soberly . Suuuuuuper Genius

My cat walked on my face just after dawn.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

I tapped Boz on the shoulder and said, "Hey, gorgeous." His face twisted in complete surprise, turning to stare in blank incomprehension at mine. I winked at him, and whispered, "Boo.

But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

The barrel of Denton's gun looked bigger and deeper than the national debt as it swung to bear on my face.

Arturo's face clouded with annoyance. "Fine. Production assistant." Something in his pants made a chirping sound, and he drew a cell phone from his pocket. He held up a hand to me and stepped over to the other side of the room, speaking in low tones