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There is a garden in her face, where roses and white lillies show—a heavenly Paradise wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
A beautiful face is a silent commendation.
The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye, and half with the fancy.
I am persuaded that there is not a single sentiment, whether tending to good or evil in the human soul, that has not its distinct interpreter in the glance of the eye, and in the muscling of the countenance. When nature is permitted to express herself by this language of the face, she is understood by all people, and those who were never taught a letter can instantly read her signatures and impressions, whether they be of wrath, hatred, envy, pride, jealousy, vexation, contempt, pain, fear, horror, and dismay; or of attention, respect, wonder, surprise, pleasure, transport, complacence, affection, desire, peace, lowliness, and love.
I more and more see this, that we judge men's abilities less from what they say or do, than from what they look. Tis the man's face that gives him weight. His doings help, but not more than his brow.
He had a face like a benediction.
Look in the face of the person to whom you are speaking if you wish to know his real sentiments, for he can command his words more easily than his countenance.
That same face of yours looks like the title-page to a whole volume of roguery.
There is in every human countenance, either a history or a prophecy, which must sadden, or at least soften, every reflecting observer.
As the language of the face is universal, so it is very comprehensive.—It is the shorthand of the mind, and crowds a great deal in a little room.—A man may look a sentence as soon as speak a word.
Features are the visible expression of the soul.—the outward manifestation of the feeling and character within.
A good face is the best letter of recommendation.
There are faces so fluid with expression, so flushed and rippled by the play of thought, that we can hardly find what the mere features really are.—When the delicious beauty of lineaments loses its power, it is because a more delicious beauty has appeared—that an interior and durable form has been disclosed.
A cheerful face is nearly as good for an invalid as healthy weather.
A countenance habitually under the influence of amiable feelings acquires a beauty of the highest order from the frequency with which such feelings stamp their character upon it.
The countenance is the title-page which heralds the contents of the human volume, but like other title-pages it sometimes puzzles, often misleads, and often says nothing to the purpose.
I never knew a genius yet who did not carry about him, either in face or person, or in a certain inexplicable grace of manner, the patent of nobility which heaven has bestowed upon him.
In the faces of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, there remains an after-spring, and later, an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.
Faces are as legible as books, with this in their favor, that they may be perused in much less time, and are less liable to be misunderstood.
The faces which have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
The cheek is apter than the tongue to tell an errand.
In thy face I see the map of honor, truth, and loyalty.
All men's faces are true, whatsoever their hands are.
If we could but read it, every human being carries his life in his face, and is good-looking, or the reverse, as that life has been good or evil. On our features the fine chisels of thought and emotion are eternally at work.
Truth makes the face of that person shine who speaks and owns it.
We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.—Any nobleness begins, at once, to refine a man's features; any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.
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