Quotes About Faces

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness.

I had always been kind of obsessed with making a home of my own and was always drawing rooms that I wanted to live in, down to pictures on the wall and the faces that would be in the photographs.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

There are such repulsive faces in the world.

Human faces are such a world!

You have to have funny faces and words, you can't just have words. It is a powerful thing, and I think that's why it's hard for people to imagine that women can do that, be that powerful.

I was going up to the bathroom and a woman asked me: "Have you a good memory for faces?" I asked why and she said: "Because there isn't a mirror up there."

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

Who's the clown in life, the one with the two faces and characters or the persons who Laugh about them?

We all see the faces in the water. We smother our memory of them, even our belief in their reality, and become calm people of the world; or we can neither forget nor help them. Sometimes by a trick of circumstances or dream or a hostile neighbourhood of light we see our own face.

Mi cabeza está llena de nombres cuyos rostros he olvidado o son sólo una mancha flotando en un paisaje

Later, Thuran also found it necessary to construct a similar primitive garment, so that, with their bare legs and heavily bearded faces, they looked not unlike reincarnations of two prehistoric progenitors of the human race. Thuran acted like one.

Mrs. Grancy acquired the charm which makes some women's faces like a book of which the last page is never turned. There was always something new to read in her eyes. What Claydon read there—or at least such scattered

And each of the train's hundred windows had a face. Passing quickly, it became a strip of film so worked as film does: one continuous story formed, The Man of A Hundred Faces. I ran alongside, so slow (that trick of perception) I ran backwards. Finally, I was a child. I looked up in the movie theater I went to each Saturday afternoon, the screen like a window, and waved to the figure there, an old man at the station just as we pulled away." - The Story

They had the faces of angels and the determination of demons.

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash.

I am the audience. I want to observe people. Even when I'm playing drums onstage, I'm watching people. I'm looking at them and their faces and their T-shirts and their signs. And travelling by motorcycle, especially, the world is just coming at me.

A guest star is a whole different responsibility. It's much different than being a regular. You come in and it's a lot of unfamiliar faces and you want to try to fit in as best you can, but also you want to stay there without making waves.

It's different as a guest as opposed to being a star of a series. A guest star is a whole different responsibility. It's much different than being a regular. You come in, and it's a lot of unfamiliar faces, and you want to try to fit in as best you can, but also you want to stay there without making waves.

If you really want to see the face of war, see the faces of survivors.

Jesus said, "God is not a God of the dead but of the living for to him all people are alive!" (Luke 20:39). In my opinion, his aliveness made it so much easier for people to trust their own aliveness and thus relate to God, because like knows like. Some call it morphic resonance. C. S. Lewis, in giving one of his books the truly wonderful title Till We Have Faces, made this same evolutionary point.

Well, Miss Ellena has to come in there somewhere." Gage tried to be helpful. "We know she and Nathan had some kind of connection. And he did want you to get a message to her--" "But I still feel like we're missing something." Parker's scowl swept the faces around him. "Yeah, your minds. Your sanity. Should I go on?

Not all monsters were three-ton reptiles with poisonous breath. Many wore human faces.

He issued orders to us: demigods who come to us for aid are no longer to be tolerated. We are to crush your little mortal faces.' There was an uncomfortable silence. 'That sounds...extreme,' Jason ventured.