Top 100 Face His Quotes
#1. His eye focused on her face. His lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners. "You shouldn't have come." She forced her face into a scowl. "A fine thing to say to me when I just saved your life." A sigh escaped his lips.
Melanie Dickerson
#2. I blew out the flame, and when my breath hit his face, his eyes closed. I waited for them to reopen, but they didn't.
Raziel Reid
#3. There is always someone quicker and stronger, Ser Rodrik had once told Jon and Robb. He's the man you want to face in the yard before you need to face his like upon a battlefield.
George R R Martin
#4. He cupped her face, his eyes mingling with hers. "Stay," he whispered. "Please." She could deny him nothing when he looked at her that way. When he spoke to her that way. They'd stay for a week. Just one more week. What would it hurt?
Denise Hunter
#5. So you're her brother?" says Lynn. "I guess we know who got the good genes."
I laugh at the expression on Caleb's face, his mouth drawn into a slight pucker and his eyes wide.
Veronica Roth
#6. Feet, wearing a black rubber gas mask that obscured his face. His chest was bare, covered in dried blood. All he wore was stained white underwear, and combat boots, their laces untied.
Jack Kilborn
#7. He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.
Jojo Moyes
#8. his smile was alone on his face. His eyes were sad and angry.
Bobby Adair
#9. I could hear the boy cheering in the back seat and Justin had a huge smile on his face, his dimples standing out. I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe I lacked the necessary testosterone levels to be enjoying this.
Katie Kacvinsky
#10. He's still looking at me, searching my eyes like he's found something he can't bear to walk away from. His hands move to my face; his thumb brushes my cheek. His voice is so tender when he speaks.
"You will go on to greatness," he whispers. "I have never deserved you."
My heart.
Tahereh Mafi
#11. There are tears on his face, his face or mine, I don't know. I kiss him where our tears fall. I start to say something. He puts one finger on my lips. He smiles his little smile.
James Baldwin
#12. Glancing over, I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced the dreamy one.
Richelle Mead
#13. Sasha? What is it?" My face slipped off my palm and jerked my shoulders toward the table. Blinking away the daydream, I tore my eyes away from the balmy day peeking out of the window. My boyfriend, Jared, stared at me out of a cute, boyish face, his eyebrows quirked quizzically.
K.F. Breene
#14. He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#15. He walked closer, not seeming at all offended by my loose speech. He just looked . . . thoughtful. It was an interesting expression on his face. His
Kiera Cass
#16. Accepting the reality of our sinfulness means accepting our authentic self. Judas could not face his shadow; Peter could. The latter befriended the impostor within; the former raged against him.
Brennan Manning
#17. But she's still afraid that the more she misses him
his face, his skin, the way he looked at her
and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
Julianna Baggott
#18. I'll picture Rat Kiley face, his grief, and I'll think, You dumb cooze. Because she wasn't listening. It wasn't a war story. It was a love story.
Tim O'Brien
#19. But ... If you hide the truth to keep Mika from suffering, the situation will never change, will it? I think real friendship would be to let him face his own suffering, and help him conquer it. Isn't that when he really needs you most?
Kaori Yuki
#20. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
Madeline Miller
#21. His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His
John Connolly
#22. I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.
Suzanne Collins
#23. And it was only as he rose from the bed, his body illuminated by the colored lights of the city, that I caught the glint of calculation behind his eyes, a cold, blank set to his face. His shadow self, and not a nice one.
Jennifer Egan
#24. When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.
Bram Stoker
#25. I whirl around, stare into his grimy,grief-stricken face. His face is beautiful and so good. How could I have believed he'd betray us?
Carrie Jones
#26. I'm just doing what I have to do. I don't have a choice."
"Yeah, good luck going to bed with a guilt-free conscience with that sorry-ass excuse."
The sour expression evaporated from Mr. Greek's face. His gaze switched back to the computer. "Keep talking and I'll gag you."
"Blow me.
Santino Hassell
#27. There it was. That fierce loyalty. He didn't have a clue how that was the most attractive thing about him. It trumped his face, his ink, his body, everything. Dex Locke was true. He was grounded.
Mariana Zapata
#28. I missed his voice in my head, in my ears. I missed his face. His smile.
Cynthia Hand
#29. He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It
Mary Calmes
#30. His eyes were heated, his jaw set as he stepped even closer to me, his grip on my wrist steely as his other hand came up to cup the side of my face, his fingertips threading into my hair. I didn't have any time to react before his mouth covered mine.
Kirsty Moseley
#31. Tull stopped laughing and stared into Loken's face. His blue eyes were terribly cold and hard. 'Kaos is the damnation of all mankind, Loken. Kaos will outlive us and dance on our ashes. All we can do, all we can strive for, is to recognise its menace and keep it at bay, for as long as we persist.
Dan Abnett
#32. A man who could urinate standing up and without help was a man in a fit state to face his responsibilities.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#33. How many of you say: I should like to see His face, His garments, His shoes. You do see Him, you touch Him, you eat Him. He gives Himself to you, not only that you may see Him, but also to be your food and nourishment.
Saint John Chrysostom
#34. When a mean wretch cannot vie with another in virtue, out of his wickedness he begins to slander. The abject envious wretch will slander the virtuous man when absent, but when brought face to face his loquacious tongue becomes dumb.
Saadi
#35. Hans Selye, the pioneer in the understanding of human stress, was often asked the following question: "What is the most stressful condition a person can face?" His unexpected response: "Not having something to BELIEVE in.
Hans Selye
#36. He took a step toward her. She turned around, a tentative smile on her face. His beautiful Rose. He sank to his knees and raised his hands over his face. Thank you, God. You're so good to me.
Melanie Dickerson
#37. He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.
Katie Reus
#38. Every artist has to face his own demons and evolve his own method of working.
Steven Pressfield
#39. He touches my face, his thumb smoothing over my lips. You're my June, Tru.
Samantha Towle
#40. Jesus enters the garden, in preparation, intending to face his fears by facing his God, his Father, His greatest fear is to offend his Father, to disobey his own calling, its integrity, and the word of God on his life.
Megan McKenna
#41. How would she ever look at Redding again? How could she face his critical scrutiny?
Eliza Lloyd
#42. As long as man has pride, he will appear unattractive and no one will be attracted to him. He may have a handsome face, his pride makes him unattractive.
Dada Bhagwan
#43. On my way out with the rest, I glanced back at Bowman. he was on this knees, his hair in his face, his nose and split lips dripping with blood. He was staring down at the floor like he'd been waiting for this and now it had finally happened; he look relieved.
Andre Dubus III
#44. Baby, no one would ever make the mistake of using the word ugly with you. Especially with me around." He pushed the curls off my face, his fingers leaving a burning trail. "Everything about you is beautiful and sexy as hell.
Katie McGarry
#45. The entire time, he'd only ever looked at my body, never at my face, his empty eyes hungry, never seeing me at all. I wasn't the presence of a person, but a body. I could have said anything, he wouldn't have heard me. He'd never responded, not by stopping, not with his words.
Aspen Matis
#46. Every time you look at me, you'll remember that I'm half his."
"No." His hand came to the side of her face, his thumb wiping her tears. "You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.
Lisa Kleypas
#47. Too many choices, that's the problem. Sometimes you get to a point, you know?"
She looked at his face. His eyes seemed distant. "What do you mean?"
He shook his head. "You wake up one day and nothing's the same. It's like you're in the wrong life or something. I don't know how to explain it.
Elizabeth Brundage
#48. Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. I'm sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldn't get out without hurting someone.
Maria V. Snyder
#49. We can go somewhere more private if you'd like ... Buck I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.
Dennis Sharpe
#51. When, despite considerable intelligence, a thinker cannot think straight, it becomes very likely that he cannot face his thoughts.
J. Budziszewski
#52. Kilroy," Jeremy said and the boy turned to face his father again. "Stand fast, boy," he told him. "Stand fast.
Hazel B. West
#53. Winston points at my face. His eyes are a little unfocused, and he has to blink a few times before saying, I like you. It's pretty nice you're not dead.
Tahereh Mafi
#54. Love always involves responsibility, and love always involves sacrifice. And we do not really love Christ unless we are prepared to face His task and to take up His Cross.
William Barclay
#55. Allyson sees Willem's face, his panic, and she knows he is misreading her. But she is helpless to explain right now. Words have left her. She is emotion only.
Gayle Forman
#56. Little Ann," he called
I spun back, and my heart was crushed by the regret on his face. His arms were crossed.
"Don't change too much." With that he looked away, and the manager directed me to the exit.
Wendy Higgins
#57. It happened to me just this year with a beautiful boy I started hanging out with. Call me a hormonal teenager if you want, but evidently I haven't grown out of this experience. His name, his voice, his face, his laugh - anything was enough to make my heart start beating faster. It's the spark.
Stephen Lovegrove
#59. A muffled curse comes from the doorway. I jerk my head to find Jeb there, blood drained from his face. His gaze is fierce yet dejected, a deep and gut-twisting wound I haven't seen since his dad was alive and tormenting him.
A.G. Howard
#60. A man who becomes used to deluding himself, who fails to face his own faults with revolutionary honesty and even lies to himself, is the most likely to become a traitor, since lying is the beginning of treachery.
Ashraf Dehghani
#61. He was not as soft as when I'd first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick gestures, the way he sucked in his lower lip to think before going on - I was in love with all of it.
Maggie Stiefvater
#62. His dear face - his thrice-broken nose, his summer eyes.
Helen Oyeyemi
#63. Renee Anabeth Cooper, even though you are bossy, and you think that you know everything because you're three years older than me," he chuckled and then straightened up his angelic face. His blue eyes looked up at her with all the love that he muster. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife.
Latrivia S. Nelson
#64. I watch James's face. His expression is an open book to me, because I took the time to learn the language many years ago.
Cristin Terrill
#65. You have no reason to be scared. I would protect you with my soul." He cups my face. His hands are warm despite the cold. "You remind me of how precious life is.
Allison Van Diepen
#66. The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him. The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from mine.
Madeline Miller
#67. His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life.
Neil Gaiman
#68. I love you, Aiden." Never in my life will I forget the way he looks in this moment. The surprise in his eyes. The emotions crossing his face. His lips forming a smile. His big hands holding my cheeks firmly in place as he looks into my eyes and says, "I love you
Jillian Dodd
#69. There were things he'd been scared to face his whole life, and now that he was looking them in the eye they weren't quite as scary as he first thought.
Lev Grossman
#70. Something she knew she did not have the right to ask him about. But she wished - oh, how she
wished - that when he was ready to face his fears, she could be the one to help him.
Julia Quinn
#71. The chief imagination of Christendom,
Dante Alighieri, so utterly found himself
That he has made that hollow face of his
More plain to the mind's eye than any face
But that of Christ.
William Butler Yeats
#72. Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?
Comte De Lautreamont
#73. God actually delights in exalting our inability. He intentionally puts his people in situations where they come face to face with their need for him.
David Platt
#74. The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
Emily Bronte
#75. He held her face in his hands and his gaze warmed her sadness. "I don't care how you got here. I'm just happy you were born." He rubbed noses with hers. "Real happy.
Selena Robins
#76. He slammed the door shut in Ian's face, the lock clicking into place. Ian hit it again with his fist before roaring, If I were a pervert, I'd be looking for something a damn bit more attractive than you, jackass. And definitely someone that smelled alive.
Rose Wynters
#77. It is in vain to hope to please all alike. Let a man stand with his face in what direction he will, he must necessarily turn his back on one half of the world.
George Dennison Prentice
#78. Ebenezar blinked . Then he turned his face to me his expression clearly asking whether or not I was out of my damned mind .
"Wile E. Coyote" I said to him soberly . "Suuuuuuper Genius
Jim Butcher
#79. He didn't notice the fist clad in a black silver-studded glove as it flew towards the side of his face. But although the night was dark, the moon was new and the sky overcast, he suddenly saw ten thousand dazzlingly bright stars.
Andrzej Sapkowski
#80. No' when no one answered, Derek looked from face to face, then settled his glower in me. 'absolutely not.'
'um, I was the one keeping my mouth shut' I said.
Kelley Armstrong
#81. Ronan's smile cut his face, but he looked kinder than Blue had ever seen him, like the raven in his hand was his heart, finally laid bare.
Maggie Stiefvater
#82. My eyes locked on his and I seemed to get caught in his gaze. We didn't speak, I just looked at his handsome face and memorized every inch of it. The music playing in the background, the stars shining down on us, the solitude, all of it was perfect and almost magical.
Kirsty Moseley
#83. His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
Alice Munro
#84. Ah, man, when Wolverine grows his face back, he's really gonna be pretty upset.
Brian Michael Bendis
#85. He closes the door and turns around to face me with his hands behind his back. He studies me intensely, and it makes me squirm. "You know, you're not like I thought you'd be," he says, taking a step forward. "Yet, at the same time
Jessica Sorensen
#86. Spar felt a tiny thud on the back of his shin, as if a moth had butted against him on its flight through the night air. Wait, had that been the small human? Had she kicked him? He could not tell by glancing at her face.
Christine Warren
#87. What makes you so special? Why should you get it and all the rest of us be in the dark?"
The momentum of the argument abruptly broke from his control. His face froze. "Because I've suffered," he burst out.
John Knowles
#88. Leonard Woolf in a letter to Lytton Strachey said he hated John Maynard Keynes "for his crass stupidity and hideous face".
Leonard Woolf
#89. She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.
James Dashner
#90. Sorry, I just want a quick little summary of what you do."
Wick chuckled. "He already knows you're long-winded, mate."
Dov glared at him. "I'm sorry?"
Wick's smile split his face as he bumped his colleague with his shoulder and then turned to me.
Mary Calmes
#91. The road for Arjuna is unexpected. Sri Krishna says you have to face that which you fear the most that which you're most attached to and eliminate it. In this case he has to fight a battle, and the battle is his attachments.
Frederick Lenz
#92. We don't know anything about Scottish history. All we know is that an American guy painted his face blue and somehow they won.
Greg Proops
#93. I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mother and explains in Hindi that cobras make very good eating.
Libba Bray
#94. I'm afraid Pierre finds me lacking. (Gabrielle)
If he's stupid enough to let me know, he'll find his face lacking a nose. (Carlos)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#95. For Arthur Munroe was dead. And on what remained of his chewed and gouged head there was no longer a face.
H.P. Lovecraft
#96. I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face.
"I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her.
Sarah J. Maas
#97. He bore the same sort of resemblance to his mother that our loving memory of a friend's face often bears to the face itself: the lines were all more generous, the smile brighter, the expression heartier. If
George Eliot
#98. His cologne was practically hijacking my ovulation cycle and I had to fight the urge to let my face collapse onto his shirt and inhale.
R.S. Grey
#99. Now his grin lit his face with a sunny halo.
Sharon Shinn
#100. Margaretha suddenly plastered herself against his chest, burying her face in his shoulder and clinging to him with one hand, while she held the torch in her other hand away from them. He wrapped his arm around her, to protect her.
Melanie Dickerson
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