Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities.
You always face a bunch of hands trying to stop you from working.
Once your dream is fulfilled you face another one.
Let's face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.
I'm not good looking. I'm very strange - a very bony face on an enormous skull, and I don't like to be naked because I don't like how I look naked. And - no, no. I own a lot of my house, because I'm Irish and from people who never owned anything. So I could have a lot more trappings of wealth if every time I had 20 extra dollars I didn't pay off more of the mortgage.
Once I was adviced never to trust a pretty face. Well, and what should I do when a meet a shithead?
You've got to get your eyes around and see what's coming in your face.
It's so not sexy and intimate. There are 40 people in the room. There's a guy with his belly hanging out, with a boom in your face. It's really very technical. I think doing a love scene is tougher than doing a fight scene. It's so staged and you can't put light on her face and you have to hit the mark.
Energy is something you can control, in everything you do, you're going to face people more talented than you. I set myself apart by bringing more energy than they do.
Christ had no interest in gathering vast crowds of professed adherents who would melt away as soon as they found out what following Him actually demanded of them. In our own presentation of Christ's gospel, therefore, we need to lay a similar stress on the cost of following Christ and make sinners face it soberly before we urge them to respond to the message of free forgiveness. In common honesty, we must not conceal the fact that free forgiveness in one sense will cost everything.
When we say that the Arabs are the aggressors and we defend ourselves — this is only half the truth. As regards our security and life we defend ourselves and our moral and physical position is not bad. We can face the gangs. . . and were we allowed to mobilize all our forces we would have no doubts about the outcome. . . But the fighting is only one aspect of the conflict which is in its essence a political one. And politically we are the aggressors and they defend themselves. Militarily, it is we who are on the defensive who have the upper hand but in the political sphere they are superior.
The most baleful mischiefs may be expected from the unmanly conduct of not daring to face truth because it is unpleasing.
So the experience of death is turned into that of the exchange of functionaries, and anything in the natural relationship to death that is not wholly absorbed into the social one is turned over to hygiene. In being seen as no more than the exit of a living creature from the social combine, death has been domesticated: dying merely confirms the absolute irrelevance of the natural organism in face of the social absolute.
The guy behind the counter scratches his neck. “Are you being serious?” Her face is stoic. “Absolutely. I never kid about teddy bears.
I looked into the mirror and saw this middle-aged woman who keeps invading my face.
I think what can be most shameful or embarrassing is when our bodies broadcast a secret we'd prefer no one to know. This is why I hate rashes, in particular face rashes.
You moan a lot and jingle your change But let's face it, there's no escape You can flick the remote as much as you like But she's on the TV and on every tape
It looks better when you do your own stunts, because seeing somebody's face when they're doing them is fun for the audience.
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
We might be too proud to admit it as guys, but we still need to learn how to manage responsibility, how to face our challenges.
