I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The face is the soul of the body.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well.
I am one of those faces that it's sometimes, 'Oh my God, you look so familiar, but I can't pinpoint it.'
I think the world needs to see more of my face.