Nice Quotes on Face
Quotes on Face |
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces into their hearts. ~Martin Buxbaum
An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or it can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance for joy…. One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo
A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction. ~Oscar Wilde
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike. ~Thomas Browne, Religio Medici
A man finds room in the few square inches of his face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Conduct of Life
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures. ~Sir Thomas Browne
I’ve never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful. ~Author Unknown
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. ~William Shakespeare
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. ~Cicero
A man without a mustache is like tea without sugar. ~English Saying
My daddy’s face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to avalanche, his eyebrows bend like black limbs of leafless trees. His skin takes on the pale cheerless yellow of winter sun; for a jaw he has the edges of a snowbound field dotted with stubble; his high forehead is the frozen sweep of the Erie. ~Toni Morrison
The face is more honest than the mouth will ever be. ~Daphne Orebaugh
It matters more what’s in a woman’s face than what’s on it. ~Claudette Colbert, quoted in Kindling the Spirit by Lois P. Frankel
Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them…. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom…. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility…. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. ~Tim Willocks, The Religion
I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that. ~Lauren Bacall
After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies. ~Cynthia Ozick
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