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72ad09f
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She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
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expression
face
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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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face
humor
mirror
ugliness
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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
face
faces
pages
search
shop
shops
window
windows
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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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face
gift
handsomeness
looks
reading
talent
writing
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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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dying
face
living
mirror
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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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evil
face
mask
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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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face
figure
longing
love
remember
walked-away
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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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boyhood
childhood
face
smile
tolstoy
youth
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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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face
faces
hair
personal-appearance
simile
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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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chaos
christians
daughters
end
enslave
evil
face
fight
god
home
kill
must
name
peace
ragnarok
rape
take
war
warrior
wife
world
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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
face
tears
waking-up
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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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face
killing
murder
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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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beautiful-body
beautiful-face
face
pretty
woman
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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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blind
body
eyes
face
man
pretty
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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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beauty
face
female
feminine
love
nudity
romance
romantic
sex
sexy
sweet
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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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death
describe
face
ill
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
face
gaius-julius-caesar
gaius-marius
physique
rival
slaves
tiber
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Colleen McCullough |