Quotes About Face

When the hauteur slipped from her face, what would I see? Despair, I imagine. Not the passive, withdrawn despair that keeps itself in silence but the raging kind that incinerates all before it.

Now, here. The Warlord sent a likeness of himself." Sally frowned, but leaned in for a good long stare. "He looks like a dirty fingerprint." "Of course he doesn't," replied her father, squinting at the portrait. "You can see his eyes, right there." "I thought those were his nostrils." "Well, you're not going to be picky, are you? At least he has a face." "Yes," Sally replied dryly. "What a miracle.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit has made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.

the serpent hissing between the lips of Envy is so huge, and so completely fills her wide-opened mouth that the muscles of her face are strained and contorted,...

He now looked death in the face and no longer beheld the scenes that would surround his death. He wanted to remain like that until the end, no longer prey to his lies, which, by trying to bring him a beautiful and wonderful agony, would have added the last straw to his profanations by soiling the mysteries of his death just as it had concealed from him the mysteries of his life.

My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its quaint old face which pleases me. If it could play the piano, I am sure it would really play.

Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face   Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair,   Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraid   Him counterfet, if any eye beheld.

in the cry of a well that slips from dark the earth began to dream you; how it would polish from precious stones dust for a face, from tears of sycamores tone for your eyes.

No one can see God's face" (see Exodus 33:20). What do they mean when they say that no one can see God's face? They mean that we cannot see God as he is. We are not capable of this. We inevitably project our own fallenness onto God.

She looked at him through the screen door; her face had a sullen aspect, but a full lower lip hinted at a concealed sensuality.

He wears a beard and his face is half Christ and half satyr and his face tells the truth.

You must know that a Chinese must pay all of his debts on or before our New Year's day. He starts every year clean. If he does not, he loses face; but not only that—his family loses face. There are no excuses.

Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.- Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.- Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.-

Her face, seen so close, is built of great flats of skin pressed clean of color except for a burnish of yellow that adds to their size mineral weight, the weight of some pure porous stone carted straight from quarries to temples. Words come from this monumental Ruth in the same scale, as massive wheels rolling to the porches of his ears, as mute coins spinning in the light. "You have it pretty good.

Truth, said the Master, cannot be hid But he didn't say slap it in the face of my kids.

I try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face.

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

Documentary is a little like horror movies, putting a face on fear and transforming threat into fantasy, into imagery. One can handle imagery by leaving it behind. (It is them, not us.)

Christmas is a fun theme for a courtroom tale, because like that "Miracle on 34th Street", strange things have been known to happen when Christmas and the law come face to face.

You cannot run away from your problems. A problem is a problem until you get to the root of the problem.

She's got eyes of innocence, a face of an angel, a personality of a dream, and a smile that hides more pain than you can imagine.

Frazier is so ugly that he should donate his face to the US Bureau of Wild Life.

in my cowardice I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with suffering and injustice: I preferred not to see them;

The immobility of that thin face, like that of a sheet of paper subjected to the colossal pressure of two atmospheres, seemed to me to be held in balance by two infinities which converged on her without meeting, for she held them apart. And indeed, as we looked at her, Robert and I, neither of us saw her from the same side of the mystery.