... all his faces were designed to express rage or loathing. Now that something had happened which really deserved a face, he had none to celebrate it with. As a kind of token, he made his Sex Life in Ancient Rome face.
Kingsley AmisMots clés rage humour anger faces
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?
Virginia WoolfMots clés books windows book search faces face pages shop shops window
Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.
Ayn RandMots clés faces my-kind-of-people
Faces always talk too much. One line and all their plans are revealed.
Floriano MartinsMots clés faces
Our faces will become works of art that our grandchildren will treasure.
Adriana TrigianiMots clés love faces grandchildren
His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
A.A. MilneMots clés knowing faces meetings face
Don't you know that I passionately dote on every chin on his face?
Dorothy L. SayersMots clés sarcasm irony faces appearance ugliness chins double-chins
Alas ! How few of Nature's faces are left alone to gladden us with their beauty ! The cares, and sorrows, and the hungerings, of the world, change them as they change hearts; and it is only when those passions sleep, and have lost their hold for ever, that the troubled clouds pass off, and leave Heaven's surface clear. It is a common thing for the countenances of the dead, even in that fixed and rigid state, to subside into the long-forgotten expression of sleeping infancy, and settle into the very look of early life; so calm, so peaceful, do they grow again, that those who knew them in their happy childhood, kneel by the coffin's side in awe, and see the Angel even upon earth.
Charles DickensMots clés 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 WallisMots clés fear family horror faces
You think you know someone by looking at his face but what can one face say about the thousand thoughts behind those eyes.
Marianne WigginsMots clés faces thoughts knowledge-of-people
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