My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
