Quotes About Wrinkles

If you don't have wrinkles, you haven't laughed enough.

there are lines upon my face, from a lifetime of smiles

Shamron knew time could be hard on Russian men. they tended to age in the blink of an eye — young and virile one minute, wrinkled paper the next.

His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.

My mother-in-law has so many wrinkles, when she smiles she looks like a Venetian blind.

You can cover the wrinkles of age by becoming more cheerful and enthusiastic.

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.

Only God is perfect, Odie. To the rest of us, he gave all kinds of wrinkles and cracks." She lifted her hair from her cheek, showing me the long scar there. "If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us. When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.

If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us.

If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

Persistent smile brings out hollow dimples, and persistent frowns brings out hollow wrinkles.

If you don't have wrinkles, you haven't laughed enough.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field.

Bet she looks as good inside as out – warm, red, inviting, all those little wrinkles tempting you deeper and deeper…

His face was so covered in wrinkles that it was impossible to tell from his expression whether he was laughing or crying. I pressed my hand against his back.

As Kit reached the part about the schoolmaster and his cane, to her amazement a rusty chuckle interrupted her. Hannah's face had crumpled into a thousand gleeful wrinkles.

Then I began, as though I had never seen my shoes before, to study their expression, their mimelike movements when I moved my toes, their shape, and the worn-out leather they had; and I discovered that their wrinkles and their white seams gave them an expression, provided them with a face. Something of my own being had gone over into these shoes, they struck me as being a ghost of my I, a breathing part of myself. . . .

Mrs. Ivanov's gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though they'd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow.

But first I had to get through the ironing. It took a lot of patience. I had none. It took forever, and then I had to press the whole shirt again to get out the creases I'd pressed into it.

the shower, he thought of the children. What about their birth months? Signs of the Zodiac. The Zodiac? He patted Old Spice on his face after shaving, pulled a fresh pair of pants over his Fruit of the Looms. He chose the shirt with the fewest wrinkles, a blue Arrow

Ironing was an act of annihilation in which wrinkles would die and give way to order: something she required more than anything.

Your wrinkles either show that you're nasty, cranky, and senile, or that you're always smiling.