My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

A blank helpless sort of face, rather like a rose just before you drench it with D.D.T.

A strange and somewhat impassive physiognomy is often, perhaps, an advantage to an orator, or leader of any sort, because it helps to fix the eye and fascinate the mind.

As a beauty I'm not a great star. Others are handsomer far; but my face -- I don't mind it because I'm behind it; it the folks out in front that I jar.

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, and imagine that the elastic which holds the mask on has just broken, so that the man (rather than let the mask slip off) has to tilt his head back and balance the mask on his real face. This is the kind of tyranny which Lawson's face exerts over the rest of his body as he cruises along the corridors. He doesn't look down his nose at you, he looks along his nose.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

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.

Her face was her chaperone.

Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

That the public can grow accustomed to any face is proved by the increasing prevalence of Keith's ruined physiognomy on TV documentaries and chat shows, as familiar and homely a horror as Grandpa in The Munsters.

"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" "My face is my fortune, Sir," she said.

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.