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Friday, January 22, 2010

some facets of faces




CAN YOU SEE 10 FACES IN THE TREE?


The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement. ~Marcel Proust

Every man over forty is responsible for his face. ~Abraham Lincoln

Alas after a certain age, every man is responsible for his own face. ~Albert Camus

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. ~Oscar Wilde

A face is too slight a foundation for happiness. ~Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart. ~Bertolt Brecht

Every European visitor to the United States is struck by the comparative rarity of what he would call a face, by the frequency of men and women who look like elderly babies. If he stays in the States for any length of time, he will learn that this cannot be put down to a lack of sensibility -- the American feels the joys and sufferings of human life as keenly as anybody else. The only plausible explanation I can find lies in his different attitude to the past. To have a face, in the European sense of the word, it would seem that one must not only enjoy and suffer but also desire to preserve the memory of even the most humiliating and unpleasant experiences of the past. ~W. H. Auden

It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us. ~Arthur Schopenhauer

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. ~Natalie Clifford Barney

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist. ~Pablo Picasso

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from place to place over oblivion. ~Thomas Hardy

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