Quotes About Faces

Si je perdais ma bibliothèque, j'aurais toujours le métro et l'autobus. Un billet le matin, un billet le soir et je lirais les visages. [in Citations de Marcel Jouhandeau]

It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

For me, of course, these faces were not what they must have been for Saint-Loup: in his memory, through the transparent indifference of impassive features that feigned not to know him, under the ordinariness of a greeting that could have been exchanged with anyone else, he could see the tumbled hair, the gasping mouth, the half-closed eyes, all the detail of a silent scene which a painter, wishing not to offend visitors to his studio, conceals behind a more seemly canvas.

Although expression may suffice to make us believe in enormous differences between things that are separated by infinitely little—although that infinitely little may by itself create an expression that is absolutely unique, an individuality—it was not only the infinitely little differences of its lines and the originality of its expression that made these faces appear irreducible to

Albeit expression suffices to make us believe in enormous differences between things that are separated by infinitely little — albeit that infinitely little may by itself create an expression that is absolutely unique, an individuality — it was not only the infinitely little of its lines and the originality of its expression that made each of these faces appear irreducible to terms of any other.

As masks are the sign that there are faces, words are the sign that there are things. And these things are the sign of the incomprehensible.

I wish, peevishly, that he didn't know anything about how soldiers sleep, how they protect their fellow soldiers. It would be nicer if I could share the cloaks warmth with him, if we could lie with our faces together, whispering into the night.

All men are the same. They just have different faces so that women differentiate them.

What right did she have to take photographs of strangers? But she knew these faces....These people had been made to feel inadequate, abnormal. Their lives were disfigured by circumstance.

survivors.' The sea-spray had frozen in his and Todt's eyebrows and beards, white forests riming their faces.

I have a poor memory for names; but I seldom remember a face.

Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women's hair rhapsodically described, women's faces acclaimed in odelike language.

In the faces of men and women I see God.

strained time-ridden faces, distracted from distraction by distraction.

La morte ha tante facce, è una presenza anche quando non lascia dietro di se un corpo inerte.

I shall look into your faces, And listen to what you say, And be very often near you, When you think I'm far away.

Their physical appearances faded next to the expressions on their faces. Pure joy.

But it wasn't the high foreheads, the flat noses, the half protrusion of thick lips that pulled Christine in, held her there, as she studied them one by one. Their physical appearances faded next to the expressions on their faces. Pure joy.

For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces.

Man is hidden, well hidden, & this time we must make no mistake about it: this does not mean that he is there beneath a mask, ready to appear ... the situation is more serious: there are no faces underneath the masks, historical man has never been human, & yet no man is alone.

All of childhood's unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood.

The human face had too many possibilities, and they just kept coming in a fast-moving slide show, one after another.