Quotes About His Face

#1. "Is there something between the two of you?" I pause at the threshold, waiting.
"No! I hate the wretch." His face, crisscrossed with lacework shadows, grows somber. "I hate her with the same changeless passion with which I love you."

A.G. Howard

#2. Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

Markus Zusak

#3. The smile she'd been waiting for warmed his face, a

Marissa Meyer

#4. He buried his face in my throat. "Love you." Tears stung my eyes. He said the words so rarely. "Tell me again," I begged, holding on to him. His mouth found mine. "I love you . . .

Sylvia Day

#5. Anton was in his office, short and wide behind the desk in a gabardine suit the color of lemon ice cream. His face was sunlamp brown.

Ross Macdonald

#6. I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

Miranda July

#7. His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

#8. One he read several times over and then tore up with a slight look of annoyance in his face. "That awful thing, a woman's memory!" as

Oscar Wilde

#9. I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill. "She's not that fond of brooms."
Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a sloppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.

J.K. Rowling

#10. His eyes kindled and a slight flush sprang into his thin cheeks. For an instant the veil had lifted upon his keen, intense nature, but for an instant only. When I glanced again his face had resumed that red-Indian composure which had made so many regard him as a machine rather than a man.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#11. There was blood, so much blood that it painted his face and stained his hair. There was blood, so much blood that several moments passed before I recognized my father.

Jodi Picoult

#12. I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?

Huntley Fitzpatrick

#13. In the pure, strong hours of the morning, when the soul of the day is at its best, lean upon the window sill of God and look into his face, and get the orders for the day. Then go out into the day with the sense of a hand upon your shoulder and not a chip.

E. Stanley Jones

#14. A friend of mine was asked to a costume ball a short time ago. He slapped some egg on his face and went as a liberal economist.

Ronald Reagan

#15. Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag." He ran a hand gently over his face. "Is it really that bad?" He sighed as I nodded. "Is that the only reason for your concern, Dr. Fisher?" He paused in between bites.

J.M. Richards

#16. When I look up at him, the gloating smile falls off my lips faster than Ned Stark's head hit the ground - sorry, spoiler alert - because there's a look on his face I can't quite describe.

Julie Johnson

#17. Behind us hung a Correggio St. Sebastian with the habitual Buchmanite expression on his face. "Awful tripe," said Uncle Matthew. "Fella wouldn't be grinning, he'd be dead with all those arrows in him.

Nancy Mitford

#18. Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God's holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

Johnny Cash

#19. Who was that fatman buried in your place? Just another imitator, plastic surgeons did his face.

Loudon Wainwright III

#20. Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,
"You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face.
Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.

Kristen Callihan

#21. I'm a very outgoing person. I'm always happy, I'm one of those people who are always smiling. If somebody described me to somebody else, they'd say the kid with the curly hair with the big smile on his face. I get along with everybody.

Corbin Bleu

#22. Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?"
He smiled at me. "Go to sleep."
I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?"
His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd ... do anything.

Patricia Briggs

#23. If there were no hereafter, I would still prefer to be a Christian, and the humblest Christian minister, to being a king or an emperor, for I am persuaded there are more delights in Christ, yea, more joy in one glimpse of His face than is to be found in all the praises of this harlot- world,

Charles Haddon Spurgeon

#24. The conductor was so totally without expression he could have pulled off a bank robbery without covering his face.

Haruki Murakami

#25. He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears ...

Thomas Hardy

#26. Al shook his head. "Honestly," he said. "How can you use such things?"
Mary Frances finished her thought. Use was an interesting word, the word for tools, talents, whores. She wanted to say, At least I'm using something, but she looked at his face, and she couldn't.

Ashley Warlick

#27. I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.

Lizzie Andrew Borden

#28. Would you have left a guy being beat up to go find a teacher?' I asked.
My father, he wiped his hand across his face, and what was left behind was a smile.
Really, a smile.
'Not in a million years,' he said.

Gary D. Schmidt

#29. A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.

Nicholas Sparks

#30. Well, do you want her help or not? Rylan asked impatiently. And then Damian finally spoke. Rylan, I demand you apologize to Alexa at once. That is no way to talk to my fiancee.
Your what? In his shock, Rylan didn't even attempt to hide the half horror, half jealousy on his face or in his voice.

Sara B. Larson

#31. He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her.

Phillip W. Simpson

#32. He didn't love me," I murmur to the dirt. "I was just a means to an end."
Klo's grasp slips from my arm and I feel the blood rushing back to my fingers.Anger flashes on his face but it's quickly replaced by a sad, withering smile. "That's the most cowardly thing you've said yet.

Jessica Brody

#33. 15 Though he slay me, I will hope in him; [1] yet I will argue my ways to his face.

Anonymous

#34. The silence seemed to gain weight between us, his face turned hard, and his lips became a thin, grim line. He pushed me away from him. "If I wanted to drain you, Cassandra," he said, his voice deep, "it wouldn't be your blood you should be concerned about.

L.J. Kentowski

#35. So I am your distraction?"
"You," He said,his face coming within inches of mine, " Are my only hope.

Rebecca Maizel

#36. The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.

Mikhail Naimy

#37. I watch his face silently, waiting for him to explain. "I don't want to be the asshole who keeps you away from your friends," he says. "And I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things from me in order to see them. And I'm sorry because you obviously felt exactly that way.

J. Kenner

#38. Elrond was in his chair and the fire was on his face like summer-light upon the trees.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#39. Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He had been lying in a pool of his own vomit. At least, he hoped it was his own.

Neil Gaiman

#40. He appreciated all beautiful things. As she stood before him poised, scrutinizing every inch of his face, liable to strike him, he thought she was the most incredible thing he had seen in his life. She didn't step away from fear, she walked up to it.

Nicki Salcedo

#41. His hard cock in one hand. The roof of the caravan is low and he has to crouch. I film his face, move

Christos Tsiolkas

#42. I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.

Henry Miller

#43. Cupping his face in her hands, she looked into eyes that had seen thousands of sunrises before she was even a glimmer in the scheme of the universe. "But you have an advantage," she whispered. "You're a little bit human now.

Nalini Singh

#44. We need prisons because there are some hardcore criminals, but I never met a guy who has been in jail that came out with a smile on his face thinking, 'Right, that's it - now I am going to be good!'

Tahar Rahim

#45. The other day, one of the big shots was trying to say 'Nice shoes!' and he accidentally told a government minister that his face looked like a butt wart. Not good.

Carl Hiaasen

#46. 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

#47. I'll make Goyle do lines, it'll kill him, he hates writing," said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle's low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. "I ... must ... not ... look ... like ... a ... baboon's ... backside.

J.K. Rowling

#48. The sight of her closed eyelids and parted lips was too much for his weak restraint, and he kissed her again. She put her hands on both sides of his face and started to kiss him back.

Melanie Dickerson

#49. I see the desire on his face, as vibrant and wild as my own need.

J. Kenner

#50. His eyelids closed - buckled, really - the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

Clive Barker

#51. They can all get some. Remember this! I will do this to all y'all down here. Look at his face. I don't care if you're a flyweight, or your mamma weight! I will kick your ass!

James Toney

#52. She gritted her teeth. "You can't just... get into my bed like this."
A ghost of a smile played across his face.
"I already have," he murmured.

Savannah Stuart

#53. He's beautiful and he's the most virile thing I've ever seen. And he's mine.
The look of passion his face is because of me. The lust in his eyes for me.

Katy Evans

#54. She didn't know how long they stared at each other, but the look on his face made her forget about the book.

Sasha Summers

#55. 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

#56. He who climbs above the cares of this world, and turns his face to his God, has found the sunny side of life.

Charles Spurgeon

#57. That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

Jenny Downham

#58. 'Can you tell me,' Willim said, the heat in his face unwilling to subside, 'just when I lost my mind? Was it recent, or have I always been an idiot?'

L.S. Baird

#59. I see his longing and frustration. "It hurts too much." His face contorts.
"Everything we won't have.

Angela Morrison

#60. Nicknamed him the Zombie Kid, and that's what everyone was calling him. "Did you see the Zombie Kid yet?" Stuff like that gets around fast. And August knew it. It's hard enough being the new kid even when you have a normal face. Imagine having his face?

R.J. Palacio

#61. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

J.R. Ward

#62. There is no harm in being afraid. The only harm is in doing what Fear tells you. Fear is not your master! Laugh in his face and he will run away.

George MacDonald

#63. Mr Meagles with a despondent countenance in which the goodness of his heart was even more expressed than in his times of cheerfulness and gaiety, stroked his face down from his forehead to his chin, and shook his head again.

Charles Dickens

#64. Sometimes it was possible for me to believe he had practised an enchantment upon me, as foxes in this country may, for, here, a fox can masquerade as human and at the best of times the high cheekbones gave to his face the aspect of a mask.

Angela Carter

#65. One of the few comforts I have when looking at images of distant suffering is the hope that the starving child with flies on his face doesn't know how pathetic he is. If all he knows is misery, maybe his suffering isn't as bad.

Evan Wright

#66. You didn't take part, Benjamin?" Gunther asked, as he passed me a plate of cheese and cold meat.
"My brother doesn't play games," said Paul. "He's an aesthete. He sat by the window all afternoon with a funny look on his face: probably composing a tone poem.

Jonathan Coe

#67. Just tell me one thing before you leave, Ava." His voice prickles at my senses ... His face is serious, but still stunning. "How loud do you think you'll scream when I fuck you?

Jodi Ellen Malpas

#68. I'm told the effect is cumulative
it will continue to worsen." Though outwardly calm as he explained this, his face had paled even more. "But if you tell me about the Valkyrie's weaknesses, I'll administer the antidote."
"Weaknesses? So many. Foremost, we're ... ticklish.

Kresley Cole

#69. In a flash of anger, Midas grabbed a sod of earth and hurled it at the water, which broke into a hundred chained circles. Picturing Ida like the body in the bog made his heart seem to wilt and blow away. His face screwed through expressions.

Ali Shaw

#70. When I first met him [David Beckham] I didn't know whether to shake his hand or lick his face.

Robbie Williams

#71. I'm a huge fan of The Sopranos, and suddenly, you find yourself going one-to-one with this guy who you've been watching for years, watching every flicker in his eye and every detail on his face.

Peter Capaldi

#72. Jacob scrubbed his hand over his mouth, before pulling it away and staring down at it as if he'd been singed.

She smirked. Her juices were all over his face. She hoped they set him on fire. She hoped she was imprinted on him forever.

Alisha Rai

#73. Jerome. May I see you in my cabin? Just for a few minutes?"
"A few minutes?" Jerome grinned. "Tsk, Ezri, when did you become such a pessimist?"
"Now," she said, wiping the smile from his face. Chagrined, he helped her to her feet.

Scott Lynch

#74. He did not fear death exactly, but he had evaded it for so many years that it had come to seem formidable simply by virtue of that long act of evasion. In particular he feared dying in some undignified way, on the jakes or with his face in the porridge.

Michael Chabon

#75. But when they got up early the next morning, there was Dagon, fallen with his face to the ground before the ark of the Lord. This

Anonymous

#76. The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head ... The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun.

Steve Sabol

#77. His face was tense, his jaw flexed as he stared at her. She could hardly stand to meet his eyes. They were an ocean of betrayal. They probed her, searching for the smallest sign that she didn't mean it. That spark of hope that never seemed to go out.

Aprilynne Pike

#78. Jed was used to isolation. His face was like some kind of cul-de-sac. It said NO THROUGH ROAD to most people. Confronted with him, they always turned around, backed away.

Rupert Thomson

#79. Eight comes out of freaking nowhere with me suddenly wanting to just kiss his face. A lot. Like, I actually want to make-out with the arrogant son of a bitch.

Jenn Cooksey

#80. Dustin Hoffman said this one time, that if he hadn't made it as a film star, he would still be happy as a character actor because he was a character actor because of his face from day one, so he would always work in the theater.

Denis Leary

#81. She wanted to smack the cocksure grin right off his face.

Denise Hunter

#82. Endurance: It is the spirit which can bear things, not simply with resignation, but with blazing hope. It is the quality which keeps a man on his feet with his face to the wind. It is the virtue which can transmute the hardest trial into glory because beyond the pain it sees the goal.

Anonymous

#83. His face was like a law of nature - a thing one could not question, alter or implore. It had high cheekbones over gaunt, hollow cheeks; gray eyes, cold and steady; a contemptuous mouth, shut tight, the mouth of an executioner or a saint.

Ayn Rand

#84. You met or new friend?" Minho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I've gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.

James Dashner

#85. Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. "Celaena Sardothien, at your service."
The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. "How dare you deceive me?" She sketched a bow.
"I did nothing of the sort. I told you I was beautiful.

Sarah J. Maas

#86. The fierce look on his face softened to the look he wore for no one but her.

Melanie Dickerson

#87. Never worry. Be ever cheerful. Always laugh and smile. You can use the following powerful autosuggestion: "Mr. Worry, goodbye to you. I am a different person now. I am made of sterner stuff." Worry will now be afraid to show his face to you. You can then remove the worries of many of your friends.

Sivananda

#88. A diamond wedding ring, you say?"
I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. "As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she's after," I said. "Did you hold out hope you'd get by for anything less?

Ed Lynskey

#89. still remember the shock on his face when I loaded the porn site on my laptop. I chose a tame scene - tame for me, anyway. I set the laptop on the mattress, then sprawled on the bottom bunk as if I had no care in the world.

Sarina Bowen

#90. hefted the pickaxe and attacked the three-inch-thick layer of gray-white ice. Frozen chips and droplets of water speckled his face as he swung the chopping tool. He pushed and scooted the bigger chunks to the edge of the trough with the pickaxe, then gritted his

Gene Shelton

#91. I glanced down at the dumbbel and pictures it flying across the room- at his face. But it was sch a nice face, andI'd hate to ruin it.

Jenny Trout

#92. Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to keep from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute. "Stop laughing at me! I'm a threat, damn it!"
Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "No, you're my sweet little grasshopper.

R.L. Mathewson

#93. I need a girl night. And you ... " She divided a look between them. "You two need a cooling-off period." She shoved a brownie in Cam's hand, then pushed him over the threshold and shut the door in his face. "There. I thought he'd never leave.

Jill Shalvis

#94. He tottered in. In a few moments he came out, hair piece in place. But the haggardness of his face made it look more spurious than before.

John D. MacDonald

#95. Xander let the full extent of his misery show on his face for his mother. She gave his knee a shake, sharing his misery. She was good that way. "Give it some time," she whispered. "You'll make new friends and find new things to do. Wait and see.

Robert Liparulo

#96. I make you nervous," he whispered. It wasn't a question, but a statement. The smirk on his face told me he knew it was true. - Finn (Forsaken)

Kristen Day

#97. Yes, you agreed to this already in the car," Mark said, and frowned. "This cat is looking at me with judgment." "He's not," said Jules. "That's just his face." "You

Cassandra Clare

#98. Ember pulled his face to hers, kissing him again before she said, "Your strength gives me courage." He smiled gently. "No, Ember, that is all your strength and none of mine." She balked, but he kissed her, murmuring against her lips, "And that is why I love you.

Andrea Cremer

#99. No money shots! No shifting, grinding, joyfully thrusting crotch shots. It didn't matter. It was all there in his eyes, his face, the face of a Saturday night jukebox Dionysus, the shimmying eyebrows and rocking band.

Bruce Springsteen

#100. With my dad passing away, he's always watching me-a big smile on his face, watching every snap on the 50-yard line.

Russell Wilson