When you look fear in the face, you are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'
Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.
If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?
Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
To remain indifferent to the challenges we face is indefensible. If the goal is noble, whether or not it is realized within our lifetime is largely irrelevant. What we must do therefore is to strive and persevere and never give up.
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
F-E-A-R has two meanings: 'Forget Everything And Run' or 'Face Everything And Rise.' The choice is yours.
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.
People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.
After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies.
The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.
...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.
When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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