face

God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.

A cheerful face is nearly as good for an invalid as healthy weather.

Voices and faces aren't manifestationsof good or bad.

I just remember things, places, stuffs and faces.

One sure way I can avoid facing myself is by refusing to look into the face of God.

The website is like the person face, it says a lot of about a one individual.

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

Face the truth, face it. Don't face the lie, face the truth!

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Want something true?- I killed god... ...Hahaha, look your face... you started believing me... whaterver to be honest god is the world best Illusion in this world "Matrix".

This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.

Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.

We turn around and there stands Aidan, looking like he just won a million dollars. He can't keep his eyes off Ivy."Hey, Aidan," I greet. "I'd like you to meet Ivy.""I am quite pleased to meet your acquaintance." Ivy gently shakes his hand.Finally getting a grip, Aidan returns the shake, his goofy grin reappearing on his face. "Yeah. I'm Aidan. Good to meet you, too.""Rylan has told me so much about you."Aidan rubs his chin, a comically sly glint in his eyes. "Oh really? Did he say how dashing, brilliant, and incredibly handsome I am?""No." I shakes, completely unaware it's all a joke. "Rylan said you were loud and that if it was not for him, you'd still be stuck in the third grade."I snort into my water as Aidan scowls."But he also says you're a good brother, a trustworthy friend, and very funny." She breaks off giggling. "And I see what he means. You should see the look on your face!"Oh, ya mean this?" Aidan puts his hands up and wiggles his fingers as his expression contorts into something even crazier. Ivy continues giggling; even I let out a chuckle feeling my nerves disappear. No more worrying with the whole "meet my friends" situation.

When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn__ mean you didn__ cry.

...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

We are all on the same tree on big and large, different levels and how far you go above as more you have to see, one wrong move you fall..., most cases you face the dead.

Swearing, d__ngelo entered the elevator. Fortunately, that was also still in order. When he got to the bridge, everything looked pretty ordinary _ except for the third body of the day, which was lying spread-eagled on the deck with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. Jang was dead, although d__ngelo couldn__ see the cause, but then, he was no doctor. He sighed dismally. Now he hadn__ a navigator either. Or a crew for that matter.