Little cute thing said, what's yo' name? I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain.
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
Michael Jackson was the most astonishing person I've ever met on the face of this planet.
People need self-respect, but self-respect must be earned -- it cannot be self-respect if it's not earned -- and the only way to earn anything is to achieve it in the face of the possibility of failing.
What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.
Face it," Gary told her kindly. "You'll never catch up. You just do as much as you can and take the punishments without saying anything. Sometimes I wonder if that isn't what they're really trying to teach us--to take plenty and keep our mouths shut.
You know, the French remind me a little bit of an aging actress of the 1940s who was still trying to dine out on her looks but doesn't have the face for it
Sometimes when you stand face to face with someone, you cannot see his face.
I really enjoyed being a blonde. Men were more friendly and flirtatious. My face looked more worldly. It took the innocence away. It could be the new me.
The way I write is that, every time I reintroduced a character, I'd have to face some kind of inner demon.
I think that many people are ashamed when they feel afraid. There's this thing in our society that you're not allowed to feel scared. You have to be a man and put on a brave face, but we all have fears.
The fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.
It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.
Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face. The past, she is haunted, the future is laced.
Shall memory restore The steps and the shore, The face and the meeting place.
the face of victory often resembles the face of defeat.
One of the things that sparked my interest in this is the case of Emmanuel Constant, who started a militia called FRAPH that was backed by the CIA. FRAPH killed thousands of Haitians in the early 1990s. Now while Constant is living comfortably in Queens, other Haitians are being deported. I wanted to see how those who have been bruised by people like that deal with coming face to face with their torturers.
In this country, intellectual cowardice is the worst enemy a writer or journalist has to face. . . Unpopular ideas can be silenced, and incovenient facts kept dark, without the need for any official ban. . . At any given moment there is an orthodoxy, a body of iedas which it is assumed that all right-thinking people will accept without question.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.