Face
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Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
Almost any difficulty will move in the face of honesty. When I am honest I never feel stupid. And when I am honest I am automatically humble.
Dirt used to be a badge of honor. Dirt used to look like work. But we've scrubbed the dirt off the face of work, and consequently we've created this suspicion of anything that's too dirty.
I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy. Let's face it, friends make life a lot more fun.
Loving oneself isn't hard, when you understand who and what 'yourself' is. It has nothing to do with the shape of your face, the size of your eyes, the length of your hair or the quality of your clothes. It's so beyond all of those things and it's what gives life to everything about you. Your own self is such a treasure.
Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.
It's hard to see your own face without a mirror.
On the face of it, China has won the Olympics. But it is not China that has won, but the Communist party. The Chinese people have lost.
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