Quotes About Expressionless

endured the pain expressionlessly

There is no doubt that they 'take their pleasure sadly,'" noted an Australian visitor to Gorky Park. "Among the many thousands there we saw scarcely a smile, though we assumed that they were enjoying themselves.

but there was no curiosity in those faces, and no anger, and no mercy.

the informality of his posture, combined with the strict formality of his clothes, gave him an air of superlative elegance. His was the only face that had the carefree look and the brilliant smile proper to the enjoyment of a party; but his eyes seemed intentionally expressionless, holding no trace of gaiety, showing—like a warning signal—nothing but the activity of a heightened perceptiveness.

He looked at her with a touch of defiance, as if waiting for an angry answer. But her answer was worse than anger: her face remained expressionless, as if the truth or falsehood of his convictions were of no concern to her any longer.

She and her sister were dressed in purple, with gold buckles at their throats by way of brooches, and another gold buckle each at the end of hatpins which they wore through their grey hair in order apparently to match their brooches. Their faces, identical to the point of indecency, were quite expressionless, as though they were the preliminary lay-outs for faces and were waiting for sentience to be injected.

Instead he said something like: "Oh, well." Or perhaps, "Quite so." Either way, it served the purpose of making a noise without saying anything at all.

I noticed for the first time that his expression was completely changed - strangely expressionless, eyes out of focus. He seemed to be staring into a void.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. --from Crossing the Water, written 1962

Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.

The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.

The word within a word, unable to speak a word

The eyes of the Englishman were open and stared back with frank candour. Except for the irises, which were of flecked grey so that they seemed smoky like the hoar mist on a winter's morning. It took Rodin a few seconds to realize that they had no expression at all. Whatever thoughts did go on behind the smoke-screen, nothing came through, and Rodin felt a worm of unease. Like all men created by systems and procedures, he did not like the unpredictable and therefore the uncontrollable.

I can't talk, or I will throw up!

His face showed neither pleasure nor excitement.

Celia said nothing. She might have been carved out of stone.

Her beautiful face was blank as an unwritten book.

He had had enough of the wide-eyed dead.

His face, illuminated by the lights, is blank, like someone vacuumed away all his personality, leaving only a mask

His eyes were empty. There was no sadness, no anger, just the watchful emptiness of a predator.

They stared back at him wide and unblinking.

His expressionless mask had slipped and she saw him, his fierce demons and turbulent needs mixed with dark, ferocious passion. He would never be like other men. He would always be dominant, scary to enemies and yet gentle with those he loved.

He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.

I have a good poker face because I am half dead inside.