face

The Dark Knight 2008, favourite character Joker always in the right face and showing all humans in one character. A character died from characters!

I__ not just a face, or a body. I__ a Havisham.

There was a closet somewhere inside me. Every day I went near that just to open the door and see all the masks of my face that I hid there.To select one which isn't me but still would look like me, which would hide me from the world in a better way. Day after day I stored so many masks in that closet that one day I searched for my real face in it and it wasn't there. I never understood whether I lost it or I forgot how it looked like, the more I searched the most lost I felt.

A straight face is an ignorant man__ attempt to appear knowledgeable.

The seeking face that does not alter when presented with peace and reason, must bask in its wearer's prideful ignorance.

The seeking face that will not alter when presented with reason, must delight in its wearer's prideful ignorance.

Why should i blame world, if i get wrong to recognize true and real faces of people

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!__lmost foul, with so many odors. _, that and the spicy night! _Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too__he moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom.

It does not mean you are not awesome, if no one ever appreciates your beauty. But I can see that, in your juicy eyes, funny smiles and innocent face. And I am telling you now; you are exceptionally beautiful and awesome.

I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.

I must forget you forever; that kind face, beautiful smile and heartbreaking black eyes, I should have known that, angels are not made for humans.

She looked at his face and saw a monk and a detective, both beautiful and bizarre.

She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met a woman.

Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.

She simply converted an average face into beautiful face and a beautiful face into an angelic face.

The eye of danger and the face of fear are what really pull off a person's mask.

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.