Quotes About Face

As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.

How I long to hold your face like a bouquet and inhale the mysterious scent of your dreams when the summer grass is green as a dye.

Although Mr. Montgomery must have been sixty, he had the unlined face of an infant. After forty years of practicing a poker face in the office, the muscles that twitch and tauten in response to doubt, worry, or suspicion had atrophied to the degree that it was now impossible to read any kind of expression in his face other than a general and permanent bonhomie.

Rigid, glaring, set in a frown, his face was so much what it had been in life that the maid spoke to him three times before she realized he was dead.

He imagines they are uniformly smiling, showing the face they squeeze out with the toothpaste every morning.

What's the importance of a photograph if you know the writer's work? But people still want the image, don't they? The writer's face is the surface of the work. It's a clue to the mystery inside.

She watched him surrender his crisp gaze to a softening, a bright-eyed fear that seemed to tunnel out of childhood. It had the starkness of a last prayer. She worked to get at it. His face was drained and slack, coming into flatness, into black and white, cracked lips and flaring brows, age lines that hinge the chin, old bafflements and regrets.

But just when I thought I was going to get away, the creaky machinery of his face began to grind and a cardboard dawn of recognition was lowered, with jerks, from the dusty proscenium.

Like something from Tolstoy, isn't it? he remarked. Julian looked over his shoulder, and I was startled to see that there was real delight on his face.

Henry saw it, too. "Like something from Tolstoy, isn't it?" he remarked. Julian looked over his shoulder, and I was startled to see that there was real delight on his face. "Yes," he said. "Isn't it, though?

If this was a movie, I thought, looking pleasantly into the pleasant beefy face of the policeman—if this was a movie, we'd all be fidgeting and acting really suspicious.

Twelve years ago, in vision or reality, I certainly saw you. I could not forget your face. It has remained before my eyes ever since.

Such a caring for death, an awakening that keeps vigil over death, a conscience that looks death in the face, is another name for freedom.

Tre fiammiferi di fila accesi nella notte il primo per vedere tutto il tuo viso il secondo per vedere i tuoi occhi il terzo per vedere la tua bocca e l'oscurità intera per ricordare tutto questo mentre ti stringo tra le braccia.

Nunca olvidaré cómo me impresionó, a mí y a toda la sala por cierto, el primer travelling que vi. En la pantalla, una cara avanzaba hacia nosotros, cada vez más grande, como si fuera a tragársenos.

A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one.

Then he saw Catty. He hadn't recognized her at first. She had painted her face white for the day and drawn black caverns around her eyes. Squares over her lips made skeleton teeth. Children circled her, watching her paint a little girl's face.

I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.

He smiled at me, and I saw the lines where other smiles had been.

The look that passed over her face. Like a comet indeed, when it veers to earth and turns the fields to ash.

Both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.

Does no one have the courage? Will no one dare to face me?

Words are important. Words shaper our perceptions. When they define, they can also distort. There is a far better way to describe this man whose face is the most human face of all. Jesus is beautiful.

Maurice once said to me- when I had asked him a question rather like yours - he said, An answer is always a form of death There was something else in her face then. It was not implaceable; but in some way impermeable. 'I think questions are a form of life