Faces Quote by Jawaharlal Nehru

Sometimes it can seem that history is turning in a wide arc, toward an unknown shore. Yet the destination of history is determined by…

— George W. Bush

The tide of history is turning women from beasts of burden and sexual playthings into full-fledged human beings.

— Nicholas D. Kristof

Here and there, in some older houses, old faded daguerreotypes still hang on the walls... They seem to us to be very simple... compared…

— Isak Dinesen

I hate to paint portraits! I hope never to paint another portrait in my life. Portraiture may be all right for a man in…

— John Singer Sargent

Every interview is as much an impression of the journalist as it is the artist or subject. You look at interviews and you see…

— Antony Hegarty

The future turns out to be something that you make instead of find. It isn't waiting for your arrival, either with an arrest warrant…

— Lewis H. Lapham

Let's say Twitter existed during the Civil War. We would have a better understanding of people in the Confederacy who were against slavery, people…

— Chuck Klosterman

People don't have time to wait for somebody to paint their portraits anymore. The money is in photography.

— Robert Mapplethorpe

Many times I see you as a portrait of torture.

— Ira Glass

I wasn‘t—" I began. I didn‘t—" He began. How charming," V‘lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. "The very portrait of…

— Karen Marie Moning

Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. Every job is a self portrait of the…

— Vince Lombardi

In a portrait, you always leave part of yourself behind.

— Mary Ellen Mark

In the past there were too many portraits of Chairman Mao in China. They were hung everywhere. That was not proper and it didn't…

— Deng Xiaoping

In 1984, I was contacted by Michael Taylor, who had won a commission from a sponsor and decided he would like to paint a…

— Julian Bream

A man cannot speak but he judges himself. With his will or against his will he draws his portrait to the eye of his…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson