I was told I must change my rigid attitude.
and it would surely change my mood…
I was told I appeared to always be down…
Never a smile…always a frown…
So I lifted myself out of my wheelchair..
and made up my mind to mend my ” err ”
But then the inevitable happened you see…
I fell flat on my face…however
I now actually now do look up…at everything around me…
* ps..stupid horoscope !!!!
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second.
It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start.
You are the only man I’ve ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me.
And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.
Beauty lies in the mind, inner soul….
Beauty lies in the innocence, appreciation, understanding, warmth, expressions, caring nature, behavior towards others, the depth of understanding the situations, the kind of sufferings, struggles, losses, difficulties, sorrows, happiness- the thick n thins through which person sails throughout hi/her life. Which ultimately reflects on your face- the ultimate reflection of your mind and thus evolves a beautiful personality.
I sleep on my face, and then it does not frighten anybody in the morning.
A homely face does not guarantee a homely character. Appearance is the body, character is the spirit, and the soul bears the most vital qualities.
If you build the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.
Ladies and gentlemen, when you paint your lips, eyes, nails, hair, side-beards, or whatever, to look beautiful or handsome, don’t forget your up stairs, if you don’t go up there to put things in order, then, consider the former attributes null and void.
Her face was made of angular planes, the shape of her mouth clear-cut, a sensual mouth held closed with inflexible precision. She kept her hands in the coat pockets, her posture taut, as if she resented immobility…
Even pretty faces are mutilated by ugly character