Famous Quotes about Faces (48 Quotations)

I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.

If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, and imagine that the elastic which holds the mask on has just broken, so that the man (rather than let the mask slip off) has to tilt his head back and balance the mask on his real face. This is the kind of tyranny which Lawson's face exerts over the rest of his body as he cruises along the corridors. He doesn't look down his nose at you, he looks along his nose.

It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces.

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

That the public can grow accustomed to any face is proved by the increasing prevalence of Keith's ruined physiognomy on TV documentaries and chat shows, as familiar and homely a horror as Grandpa in The Munsters.

The eyes those silent tongues of love.

The face is the index of the mind.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

The faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development, a record of Experience, whose legitimate office is to perfect the life, a legible language to those who will study it, of the majestic mistress, the soul.

The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.