Quotes About Faces

There has been a steady escalation of conditions since our first discussions in Chapter 2. Then we talked about plain old graphs. Subsequently we restricted our attention to planar graphs, then to planar connected graphs, then to planar connected graphs with each edge bordering two faces (polygonal graphs), and now to planar connected regular graphs with each edge bordering two faces and all faces bounded by the same number of edges (platonic graphs).

He finishes and wipes his mouth. As he folds his napkin he says, "As the poet once said, 'Love has more faces than the moon.'" "What the hell does that mean?" "I have no idea. But it's very pretty, don't you think?

Die Zwerge, die wir in den Höhlen des Donnerbergs gefunden haben, sahen anders aus. Ihre Gesichter waren grau wie Stein.« »Sie waren tot«, erinnerte Leandra mich. »Das könnte es erklären«, nickte ich.

To ask what it all means, what it's all for. To consider the axioms we are agreeing to live by. To acknowledge the reality of other people, and of the planet itself. To see other people's faces. To walk outdoors and look around.

People's faces, staring in concert; this ran the world.

Every moment, as it has passed, has changed something in them; Time has transformed the faces, voices, laughter. For Time is a murderer, and every moment is a little death,(...)

Just look at the faces of the great Christians! They are the faces of great haters.

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!' the gunslinger roared. 'You have forgotten the faces of those who made you!

The wind howled furiously, and the driving snow beat in their faces; but little cared they for wind or snow as they hurried on their road, eager for revenge.

One never forgets faces one wholeheartedly detests.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

I have seen the faces of our enemies! I have looked into the eyes of our foes! Do you know what I have seen? [...] Faces and eyes, gentlemen. Faces and eyes.

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

At the time, I was seeking oblivion, and I sought in those blank, anonymous faces, even the most painfully familiar, a kind of benign escape. A death that would not mean being dead.

There were the twins, faces vacant with concentration as they walloped small red balls attached to paddles. Pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat-a . . . They'd been jai-alai-ing all this time. Despite himself, Dexter smiled.

At a bar addiction is normalized, made to seem a regular part of living: the warm light and familiar faces, friendship or the illusion of it. Addicts are lonely creatures.

a world where the same fatigue and the same fever played over every face.

The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her

Time has two faces, Khayyam said to himself. It has two dimensions, its length is measured by the rhythm of the sun but its depth by the rhythm of passion.

O tempo tem dois rostos, (...) ele tem duas dimensões, a extensão é ao ritmo do sol, a espessura ao ritmo das paixões.

Stippling the white-washed walls with dancing shades and quavers. A bed-post, grown colossal, jigs about the ceiling, And shadows, strangely altered, stain the walls, revealing Eagles, and rabbits, and weird faces pulled awry, And hands which fetch and carry things incessantly.

Let the ones without power scowl and make fierce faces. You smile. It's an invitation to connect with another person. And once the invitation to accepted, relax and listen. . . you'll come to know as much as you'll ever need to about that person,