Quotes About 2 Faces Novels & Stories

But I was shocked when he stood on the other side. "Isn't it nice to not see people's faces and how they hide their true intentions by faking smiles?" Gelo asked me again. I frowned before shaking my head on our current set-up. He was standing on the opposite side like we were in a debate. "What is this? Are we having a debate now whether having prosopagnosia is an advantage or not?” I joked, letting a heavy breath escape my mouth. "Believe me, it's tiring to see people with blurry faces. They look like monsters that can eat you at any time because you can't see who the real ally is and who isn't."

But I know what I shall say, the truth, and only the truth. " In this world, most people have two faces. One is a poker face, they used it often - while the other hidden one is the real face. To be disappointed by close people is something you'll get used to with time. Especially since you are immortal now, I believe you'll have all the time you need to learn how to survive in this awful world. You'll also be able to learn how to avoid being in such pain – You'll have to learn to only trust yourself. And for the ones you're talking about, I guess they're just too unlucky because they can't see how beautiful inside and outside you are." While talking, a strong aura followed by a terrifying gr

"Forget it." "No, no. I want to know. All what?" "Just... the way you are. With your face and your..." I gestured again, more frantically this time. He was definitely smiling now. "My face? What's wrong with my face?" "Nothing's wrong with it. That's the problem." "So you're saying I have a good face." "I'm saying you're annoying." "That's not what you said. You said I have a good face." "I did not say that."

“Yes, you’re right. I’m a monster! But what about you? You think you’re any better? Go on, say it yourself. While Daisy was still alive, how many times did you abandon her just so you could sleep with those women? How many times did you leave a five-year-old alone in a crowded street? Do you even know how close she came to being kidnapped? If I hadn’t been secretly following her all those times, you wouldn’t even have a body to look at now!”

I silently shone my phone's flashlight downward. The light shone on the pink bunny slippers under my bed. They were right where I remembered them to be. The Leah who stood before me was barefoot. How creepy. There was a Leah who could easily move in the dark, but there was also another Leah who was supposed to be wearing her slippers and had night blindness. One of them had flawless skin, while the other had a wound on their face. An absurd thought entered my head, but it was the only explanation that made sense. They were two different people!

he said, “and for a second, I thought someone was playing a very bad joke.” I lifted my chin. “Maybe God was bored.” “Then he frowned when I asked what kind of car he didn’t have.” “Aiden frowns at yogurt when the texture is wrong. You’re not special.” “Exactly like me.” “Sadly, plenty of rich men have resting suspicion face.” “Maya.” “Rhysand.” “I know my own face.” “You see your face in every reflective surface. That doesn’t make all of them biologically related to you.” He tilted his head slightly.

she said before she could stop herself. His brows lifted. “Does it?” “Yes,” she said, then smiled faintly to soften it. “Apparently I have one of those faces.” He laughed. “Dangerous things, familiar faces. They make people ask questions they don’t have or want answers to.” She studied him now, cautious but curious. “Do they?” “Mm,” he hummed. “They invite ghosts.” Something about the way he said it, like an observation, not a metaphor, made her uneasy.

Shock didn't quite cover what Beatrix was feeling right now. "Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions in this situation? Because you're the one trespassing, " Ricardo said, his irritation evident in his tone and eyes. "I... Why do you have two faces? Sorry, forgot I asked that because you can't possibly have two faces. What the hell is going on?" Beatrix said to Ricardo as she continued to stare at his face, her confusion. Ricardo, still miffed by her intrusion, couldn't predict her next move.

"Oh, the problem is my face. I thought I was just unlucky. But now that you told me this, I will make sure not to date anyone with this face. Are you happy now?" She joked making Gael wonder if there was something wrong with her brain but he was going to use that for his advantage. "But not all men are same. You should keep your eyes open and look around. You can find a loyal man." San nodded and finished the last pancakes. She dusted her hands remembering something. "You are right. There is no need to cry of spilled milk. The world is full of ... flowers. I should keep away from thorns and only had my eyes on those pretty flowers."

He looked at her carefully, contemplating her seductive facial features.Then he ran his fingers over her bare back and said: "You are so beautiful, dangerously beautiful. Whoever sees you will never know how ugly you are on the inside. How will he know that beneath this beautiful face lies boundless evil, and absolute hatred. No one who sees will know, that you are just rubbish from the inside." she smiled at him. She brought her lips closer to his, then said: "Well. You know what they say? Trash only attracts trash."