“Loving oneself isn't hard, when you understand who and what 'yourself' is. It has nothing to do with the shape of your face, the size of your eyes, the length of your hair or the quality of your clothes. It's so beyond all of those things and it's what gives life to everything about you. Your own self is such a treasure.” GivingSelfHardEyeFacesQualityHairShapesClothesSizeOneselfTreasureLengthYour Face Author:Phylicia Rashad
“I hate hats! Hats just give you really bad hair! I had a hat sometimes. Frankly, you get burnt so much anyway, it's beside the point. And when you're walking into the western sun, no hat in the world is going to save your face and neck from being sizzled.” WorldGivingSometimesFacesHateSunHairWalkingI HateWesternNecksHatsYour FaceBad Hair Author:Robyn Davidson
“Occasionally I like to have facials but I do think they rub too much stuff on your face. I don't really like having my hair and makeup done because it's a work thing.” ThinkingDoneFacesStuffToo MuchHairMakeupYour FaceHair And Makeup Author:Lara Stone
“I felt that there could be some anger. There could be some frustration that he has the tendency to take over the room, but I wanted all of those things to show in the grays of her hair and the fact that her hips are much wider than they probably were when she met him. I wanted it to show in the fact that her hair is not done up all the time. I wanted it to be a part of that every day that wasn't in your face. Because then for me, that's overacting. To me, that's not "being." I wanted Rose [in "Fences"] to be many things.” DoneFactsShowsWantedFacesFeltRoomsHairMetsRoseTendenciesHipsFrustrationYour FaceFence Author:Viola Davis
“I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.” WantStillsBodyEyeAgeLastsFacesLeftLinesWhiteShareLove YouYouthTearsMinesHairRedRomanticSkinsMarkBreathsAgingSurpriseYour BodyTreasureYour FaceDelicateLost LoveFlashCriedRomantic LoveReplacedSmoothSoftnessRed HairStill Love YouAlways Love YouDelicate Life Author:Laurell K. Hamilton
“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.” WantNeedsTwoMomentsFacesHugeHairPerspectiveWallShapesPerceptionIllusionSkinsDepthDetailsSurfaceTinyDimensionsMapsFlatsYour FaceArrangementsLive In The MomentMoleculesFutilityDiagramsForeground Author:Margaret Atwood
“What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.” WantYearsLittlesEndsFacesGirlHoursLinesOur LivesHairMonthsBandSticksStealingSuitsTiesFancyColourNecksYour FaceEnd TimesGlueRubberRibbonsUnreliableParcelNoosesStranglingRubber Bands Author:Rohinton Mistry
“I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.” IfsLooksEyeFacesSleepWhiteBehindsLaughingToo MuchSeeingBloodLove YouHairColdWingsShiningWarmTinyShouldersBrownYour FaceSunlightLook At MeMudFeathersSuspiciousBehind YouYour SmileCalculatingStreaming Author:James Patterson