Quotes
Quotes about Faces
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
Sea of upturned faces.
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Sea of upturned faces.
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
In the faces of men and women I see God.
He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,
He provideth a kindness for many generations,
And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.
Death is an angel with two faces:
To us he turns
A face of terror, blighting all things fair;
The other burns
With glory of the stars, and love is there.
Grind the faces of the poor.
The reason there are so few female politicians is that it is too much trouble to put makeup on two faces.
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
Everything you've learned in school as `obvious' becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There's not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.
In the faces of men and women I see God.
Self-revelation is a cruel process. The real picture, the real "you" never emerges. Looking for it is as bewildering as trying to know how you really look. Ten different mirrors show you ten different faces.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve in every part, His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.
Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, That two red fires in both faces blazed. She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust, And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed; Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
