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72ad09f
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She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
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face
expression
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J.D. Salinger |
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c963721
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Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.
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humor
face
ugliness
mirror
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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1dc5822
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Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
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books
faces
shop
windows
face
shops
window
pages
search
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Virginia Woolf |
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60df531
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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
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looks
reading
writing
handsomeness
face
gift
talent
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William Shakespeare |
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d023031
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Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.
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living
face
mirror
dying
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Christopher Isherwood |
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aad0bc0
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Voices and faces aren't manifestations of good or bad.
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face
voice
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Gail Carson Levine |
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77ca31b
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A beautiful face can mask great evil...
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face
mask
evil
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Francine Rivers |
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3bdc5ee
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It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
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love
figure
walked-away
face
remember
longing
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Franz Kafka |
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e17e3bb
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It seems to me that what we call beauty in a face lies in the smile: if the smile heightens the charm of the face, the face is a beautiful one; if it does not alter it, the face is ordinary, and if it is spoilt by a smile, it is ugly.
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youth
boyhood
face
tolstoy
smile
childhood
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Leo Tolstoy |
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ddeb5db
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Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.
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simile
personal-appearance
faces
face
hair
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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4b795b6
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It will never end. Till the world ends in the chaos of Ragnarok, we will fight for our women, for our land, and for our homes. Some Christians speak of peace, of the evil of war, and who does not want peace? But then some crazed warrior comes screaming his god's filthy name into your face and his only ambitions are to kill you, to rape your wife, to enslave your daughters, and take your home, and so you must fight.
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rape
war
world
god
enslave
must
ragnarok
daughters
face
chaos
christians
wife
take
end
home
warrior
peace
kill
fight
evil
name
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Bernard Cornwell |
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d9fe23c
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When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn't mean you didn't cry.
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dreams
dry
ella-shepard
waking-up
face
tears
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Beth Revis |
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bf26d4d
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Harry looked at him and you could see the murder come in his face. ... Harry didn't say anything, but you could see the killing go out of his face and his eyes came open natural again.
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killing
murder
face
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Ernest Hemingway |
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766d4e7
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ldny mn Gyr Tl`@ mHyh l tswy dhrh mn rmd
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face
flirt
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Naguib Mahfouz |
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265ad04
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She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met a woman.
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woman
beautiful-body
beautiful-face
face
pretty
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Larry McMurtry |
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abe99f7
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A pretty face and a beautiful body blind a man more quickly than any poker through the eyes.
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man
face
body
blind
pretty
eyes
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Francine Rivers |
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619b6dd
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He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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sex
romantic
romance
beauty
love
female
nudity
face
feminine
sweet
sexy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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7b9520f
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His eyes were more sunken than I remembered them, and his cheekbones more pronounced. This gave him a harsher, older look - until he smiled, of course, and the sagging cheeks gathered up like curtains.
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describe
ill
death
face
look
smile
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Mitch Albom |
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4f447a7
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I think I'll wear the Chian outfit,' he said to his body servant standing waiting for orders. Many men in Marius's position would have lain back in the bath water and demanded that they be scrubbed, scraped, and massaged by slaves, but Gaius Marius preferred to do his own dirty work, even now. Mind you, at forty-seven he was still a fine figure of a man. Nothing to be ashamed of about his physique! No matter how ostensibly inert his days might be, he got in a fair amount of exercise, worked with the dumbbells and the closhes, swam if he could several times across the Tiber in the reach called the Trigarium, then ran all the way back from the far perimeter of the Campus Martius to his house on the flanks of the Capitoline Arx. His hair was getting a bit thin on top, but he still had enough dark brown curls to brush forward into a respectable coiffure. There. That would have to do. A beauty he had never been, never would be. A good face - even an impressive one - but no rival for Gaius Julius Caesar's!
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dumbbells
gaius-julius-caesar
gaius-marius
physique
rival
tiber
slaves
face
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Colleen McCullough |