I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy of your sorrows.
So why isn't the world overrun with evil spirits?" Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. "Who says it isn't?
Witches, warlocks, gremlins, orgres - they're just words,labels. Haven't you noticed that when people are labelled, their faces disappear?
Does anyone truly understand females? ...Their behavior is opposite of everything in the natural order and flies in the face of logic.
Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.
Yet you stand, too ashamed to run, too fearful to embrace. God I see so much of what I love in that face.
He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.
I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.
Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.
He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.
Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.
Have you ever listened to folk music? Let's face it, a lot of folk music is all about dead sailors, mad witches, rape and fratricide.
Do not turn your face from others with pride, nor walk arrogantly on earth. Verily the Almighty does not like those who are arrogant and boastful.
Through the metal grating on my carrier door, Adrian's face suddenly appeared, peering in at me. "What new, pussycat?
Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly.
Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.
I can't live without the sun shining down on my face, and I can't dream without the stars kissing me goodnight.
Nice" said Paul staring transfixed at Fran's delicate and extreme gaze, like that of a skeleton with eyeballs, or a person with their face peeled off.
Believe it. The world isn't all fairy tales and pixie dust. You need to grow up and face reality.
As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)
