Face Quotes

As long as you want the belt, don’t run away from the fight. Do what it takes to win the battles you face.

Consequences are part of one's life. You can't run away from them, but simply face them.

What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face could be born.

The massive spread of corporate controlled humans across the face of the Earth would be regarded as a parasitic growth by nature.

Dresses won't worn out in the wardrobe, but that is not what dresses are designed for.

Let's sleepyou on top of memy hands circling your waistyours holding my facemy legs entangled in yoursyours tenderly wrapped in minemy eyes staring longingly at yoursyours looking deeply into mineand we will keep searching for our footsteps in the sands of time...

The Dark Knight 2008, favourite character Joker always in the right face and showing all humans in one character. A character died from characters!

I must forget you forever; that kind face, beautiful smile and heartbreaking black eyes, I should have known that, angels are not made for humans.

Dresses don't look beautiful on hangers.

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

Heart can keep a secret, but face is not a good secret keeper! So what heart knows, face will expose it!

This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of?It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

I just remember things, places, stuffs and faces.

It depends on you whether you want wrinkles or dimples on your face.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

When people have similar emotions, their faces also look similar!

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

I was told I must change my rigid attitude.and it would surely change my mood...I was told I appeared to always be down...Never a smile...always a frown...So I lifted myself out of my wheelchair..and made up my mind to mend my " err " But then the inevitable happened you see...I fell flat on my face...however I now actually now do look up...at everything around me... * ps..stupid horoscope !!!!

He had a face like a benediction.

Who said that life is a bed of roses and it is smooth sailing all the way? It is full of challenges and is a roller coaster ride with no respite. We have to deal with family issues, break ups, accidents, health issues, deaths and many other unforeseen calamities. Never give up and never ever give in. The challenge is to rise after you fall and come out stronger from that experience. Don’t be afraid, face life bravely and don’t deviate from your main purpose. Enjoy life to the hilt.

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

I am convinced that "all ladies are not the same". Some have pretty faces, others have beautiful characters. Some have facial make-ups, others have mental make-ups!

Hide in the mirror. No one will look for you there.

Facing problems? Good. Even cocoon does. It makes the wings stronger you know.

Any girl with a grin never looks grim.

Life's true face is the skull.

You will be more strong if you face your fears... so start by facing them!

When I become God, I'm going to put stars in everyone's eyes; rainbows in everyone's life;love into everyone's heart and a smile on everyone's face.

Beauty lies in the mind, inner soul....Beauty lies in the innocence, appreciation, understanding, warmth, expressions, caring nature, behavior towards others, the depth of understanding the situations, the kind of sufferings, struggles, losses, difficulties, sorrows, happiness- the thick n thins through which person sails throughout hi/her life. Which ultimately reflects on your face- the ultimate reflection of your mind and thus evolves a beautiful personality.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

What is your fortune my pretty maid? "My face is my fortune sir " she said.

If I facepalm myself too much, maybe the pimples will go away.

One day we took the children to see a goldsmith refine gold after the ancient manner of the East. He was sitting beside his little charcoal fire. ("He shall sit as a refiner"; the gold- or silversmith never leaves his crucible once it is on the fire.) In the red glow lay a common curved roof tile; another tile covered it like a lid. This was the crucible. In it was the medicine made of salt, tamarind fruit and burnt brick dust, and imbedded in it was the gold. The medicine does its appointed work on the gold, "then the fire eats it," and the goldsmith lifts the gold out with a pair of tongs, lets it cool, rubs it between his fingers, and if not satisfied puts it back again in fresh medicine. This time he blows the fire hotter than it was before, and each time he puts the gold into the crucible, the heat of the fire is increased; "it could not bear it so hot at first, but it can bear it now; what would have destroyed it then helps it now." "How do you know when the gold is purified?" we asked him, and he answered, "When I can see my face in it [the liquid gold in the crucible] then it is pure.

The face he showed in Jesus is really his true and single face.

If you build the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.

I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

There is joy at the end of every struggle we face. But you can never cross over and get there with the boats of complains. Complainer is only an explainer of pain! Take action!