#faces

Everything is as good or bad as our opinion makes it. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#till-we-have-faces #inspirational

Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place. ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#death-of-a-loved-one #faces-of-death #reality-of-death #death

A clown needn't be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he's in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they're just being ordinary men, they've got quite sad faces. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#appearances #clowns #faces #photographs #sadness

A woman has many faces as she goes through her life. It's like we need more than one hair-do. We have many, many changes in the evolution of our lives. We have, we learn, and we grow; we view life differently, and life views us differently. ↗

— Sharon Stone

#differently #evolution #faces #goes #grow

Since that first showing of Foolish Wives I have seemed to walk through vast crowds of people, their white American faces turned towards me in stern reproof. ↗

— Erich von Stroheim

#crowds #faces #first #foolish #i

First, I'd like to see the basic tools such as compilers, debuggers, profilers, database interfaces, GUI builders, CAD tools, and so forth fully support the ISO standard. ↗

— Bjarne Stroustrup

#builders #database #first #forth #fully

So the first season about halfway through he just sort of put us together and then broke us up all within one episode. One of the ideas is to have us do that once a year - to have everything blow up in our faces and not work out. ↗

— Sarah Chalke

#blow #broke #episode #everything #faces

My brothers’ faces haunt me. I hear their children, my nieces and nephews, asking me why I came home without their daddies. I think of their wives, imagine their questions. Our parents, forever seeing the faces of their lost sons when they look at me. They will want answers, demand to know how I survived. And what do I tell them? That I huddled like a baby inside my tent while their killer beckoned me forth for one last stand? ↗

— Kevin Wallis

#family #fear #horror #family

They were different colors: the right one blue, the left green. And her face in the light of the candle on the table startled me at first, just as it had in the icy night air. After seeing it on the street, I was afraid I had only imagined it: a still, luminous face with a silvery sheen. Finely hewn, with a long, straight nose and a wide mouth, it was nearly identical to another face, which I had photographed years before. Not on a person, bu on the fragment of a frieze I found in some ruins near Verona, The frieze, which depicted a band of musicians, had once been shadowed beneath a cornice high on the temple of Mercury, god of magic. Belonging to one of the musicians, it was a riveting face - like a puzzle that could not be solved - which I had never found, or expected to find, on a living woman. ↗

— Nicholas Christopher

#faces #love #magic #reincarnation #verona

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#face #faces #hair #personal-appearance #simile