Your Face Quotes (page 7)

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• star
• dirty
• fall

Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty, fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars. Ben Stein

• peace
• eyes
• street

I can see in your eyes, I can see in your faces, I can see you cry. But what I want to say, there's no reason to cry. Do not, in the name of peace, go in the streets and riot. George Weah

• muscles
• you
• everywhere

You've got muscles and you use them everywhere else in your body when you want it. Why not your face? Catherine O'Hara

• old
• ass
• sit

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face. Leonard Cohen

• kids
• culture
• surprise

This is the culture you're raising your kids in. Don't be surprised if it blows up in your face. Marilyn Manson

• thinking
• tears
• home

I think what is British about me is my feelings and awareness of others and their situations. English people are always known to be well mannered and cold but we are not cold - we don't interfere in your situation. If we are heartbroken, we don't scream in your face with tears - we go home and cry on our own. Michael Caine

• mirror
• soul
• work

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul. George Bernard Shaw

• thoughts
• thoughtfully
• thoughtful

The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly. Charles Reznikoff

• faced
• losing
• saving

While you're saving your face, you're losing your ass. Lyndon B. Johnson

• little
• thumbs
• facing

If you do big things they print your face, and if you do little things they print only your thumbs. Arthur Baer

• life
• thinking
• showing

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

• color
• look
• colorful

You look rather rash my dear your colors don't quite match your face. Daisy Ashford

• morning
• character
• giving

When you have to get into the character each morning, give it your voice, your face, it was torture. Victoria Abril

• night
• leaving
• star

When I go away from you. The world beats dead. Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars. And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes. So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night? Amy Lowell

• faces
• get
• back

But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face... Edith Wharton