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.
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.
And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.
If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.
A good face they say, is a letter of recommendation. O Nature, Nature, why art thou so dishonest, as ever to send men with these false recommendations into the World!
The human face is the organic seat of beauty.... It is the register of value in development, a record of Experience, whose legitimate office is to perfect the life, a legible language to those who will study it, of the majestic mistress, the soul.
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.
It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us.
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.
Her face was her chaperone.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.
Features, the great soul's apparent seat.
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.
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face.
How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen
You have your face bare; I am all face.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
The face of Garbo is an Idea, that of Hepburn an Event.
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