Making Faces Quotes

“Si Dieu façonne nos visages, a-t-il ri quand il a créé le mien?
Façonne-t-il des jambes qui ne marchent pas et des yeux qui ne voient pas?
A-t-il bouclé les cheveux sur ma tête jusqu'à ce qu'ils se rebellent sauvagement?
Clôt-il les oreilles du sourd pour le rendre dépendant?
Mon apparence est-elle un hasard ou un mauvais tour du destin?
S'il m'a façonnée, ai-je le droit de le détester pour tout ce que je n'aime pas chez moi?
Pour les défauts qui s'aggravent chaque fois que je me contemple dans un miroir?
Pour ma laideur, pour le mépris et pour la peur?
Nous sculpte-t-il pour son plaisir ou pour accomplir un dessein qui m'échappe?
Si Dieu façonne nos visages, a-t-il ri quand il a créé le mien?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I wrote your name across my heart
So I would not forget.
The way I felt when you were born
Before we'd even met
I wrote your name across my heart
So your heart beats with mine
And when I miss you most I trace
Each loop and every line
I wrote your name across my heart,
So we could be together
So I could hold you close to me
And keep you there forever.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I’ve often thought that beauty can be a deterrent to love,” Fern’s father mused. “Why?” “Because sometimes we fall in love with a face and not what’s behind it. My mother used to pour the grease off the meat when she cooked,”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Why do terrible things happen to such good people?” Ambrose asked. “Because terrible things happen to everyone, Brosey. We’re all just so caught up in our own crap that we don’t see the shit everyone else is wading through.” Ambrose”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“There are times like that, Bailey. Times you don't think you can take it anymore. But then you discover that you can. You always do. You're tough. You'll take a deep breath, swallow just a little bit more, endure just a little longer, and eventually you'll get your second wind,” Fern said, her smile wobbly and her teary eyes contradicting her encouraging words.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Bu yüzden acıya katlanırız. Bir amaç olduğuna inanırız. Göremediğimiz şeyler için umudumuz vardır. Her kayıpta bir ders, sevgide güç ve içimizde bedenlerimizin sınırlayamayacağı, henüz ortaya çıkmamış, muhteşem güzellik olduğuna inanırız.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Do you think there’s any way someone like Ambrose could fall in love with someone like me?” Fern caught Bailey’s gaze in the mirror again, knowing he would understand. “Only if he’s lucky.” “Oh, Bailey.” Fern shook her head, but loved him for saying it . . .”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t ever going to be loved the way you want to be loved.” For”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“If Bailey had been born without MD, he wouldn’t be Bailey. The Bailey who is smart and sensitive, and seems to understand so many things we don’t. You might have looked right past Bailey if he’d grown up healthy, wrestling on his dad’s team, acting like every other guy you’ve ever known. A big part of the reason Bailey is so special is because life has sculpted him into something amazing . . . maybe not on the outside, but on the inside. On the inside, Bailey looks like Michelangelo’s David. And when I look at him, and when you look at him, that’s what we see.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Fern hadn't been asked to the big dance. Bailey hadn't asked anyone either. He had joked that he didn't want to make any girl dread going to her prom. He'd said it with a smile, but there was a flash of something mournful in his face. Self-pity wasn't Bailey's style, and his comment surprised Fern. So she asked Bailey if he would go with her. It was Prom, and they could sit home and sulk that they didn't have dates or they could go together. They were cousins, and it was completely lame, but being uncool was better than missing out. And it wasn't like going to Prom together would cause any image problems. They were both the epitome of lame–literally in Bailey's case, figuratively in Fern's. It wouldn't be a night for romance, but Fern had a dress for her Prom and a date too, even if it wasn't a conventional one.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“You can't tell me you haven't been lifting,” Bailey said. “I can tell. You may have a naturally good physique, but you're shredded. You've got serious size and you're hardened down.”
This coming from a kid who'd never lifted a weight in his life, Ambrose thought, shaking his head and pushing another tray of cupcakes into the oven. Yeah, cupcakes.
“So what's the point? I mean, you've got this amazing body–big, strong. You just going to keep it to yourself? You gotta share it with the world, man.”
“If I didn't know better, I would think you were hitting on me,” Ambrose said.
“Do you stand naked in front of the mirror and flex every night? I mean, really, at least go into the adult film industry. At least it won't go completely to waste.”
“There you go again . . . talking about things you know nothing about,” Ambrose said. “Fern reads romance novels and you are suddenly Hugh Hefner. I don't think either of you has room to lecture me about anything.”
“Fern's been lecturing?” Bailey sounded surprised and not at all offended that Ambrose had basically told him he didn't know jack crap because he was in a wheelchair.
“Fern's been leaving inspirational quotes,” Ambrose said.
“Ahhh. That sounds more like Fern. Like what? Just Believe? Dream big? Marry me?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Fern had no rhythm. Bailey wasn't much better. But his lack of skill wasn't exactly his fault. He moved his chair forward and back in a parody of the simple step-touch move everyone resorted to at a school dance. He bobbed his head in time with the music and his face wore an expression that said “Hell, yeah,” even though his body said “No way.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“You'll have to help me undress, you know, and I don't think Ambrose can handle it. The sight of my glorious naked body takes some getting used to.”
Ambrose, Bailey and Fern were at Hannah Lake. It had been a spontaneous trip, prompted by the heat and the fact that Fern and Ambrose both had the day (and night) off. They'd hit a drive-thru for food and drinks, but they hadn’t gone back home to get their suits.
“You won't be naked, Bailey. Stop. You're scaring Ambrose.” Fern winked at Ambrose and said, “You will have to help me get him in the water, Ambrose. At that point I can hold him under all by myself.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Does it make you feel closer to them?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Maybe the whys aren't answered here. Not because there aren't answers, but because we wouldn't understand the answers if we had them.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t ever going to be loved the way you want to be loved.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Since Iraq, it's been... hard... for me to believe that there is anything after this life. Or, for that matter, any purpose to this one. We're born, we suffer, we see people we love suffer, we die. It just all seemed so... so pointless. So cruel. Ans so final." Ambrose paused, letting the memory of Paulie's voice warm him and urge him forward.

"But after tonight, I can't say that anymore. There's a lot I don't understand... but not understanding is better than not believing." Ambrose stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at Joshua Taylor for affirmation. "Does that make any sense at all?"

Joshua Taylor reached for the arm of the nearest chair and sat abruptly, like his legs could no longer bear his weight.

"Yes. Yes. It makes perfect sense," he said quietly, nodding his head. "Perfect sense”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“You’re kind of a strange girl, Fern Taylor,” Ambrose said softly, his eyes on hers, his right eye sightless, his left eye trying to see beneath the surface. “I’ve seen those books you read. The ones with the girls on the front with their boobs falling out and the guys with the torn shirts. You read smutty romance novels and quote scripture. I’m not quite sure I have you figured out.” “Scripture comforts me, and romance novels give me hope.” “Oh, yeah? Hope for what?” “Hope that I’ll be doing more than quoting scripture with Ambrose Young in the very near future.” Fern blushed furiously and looked at her hands. Ambrose didn’t know what to say. After a tense silence, Fern put the car into drive and eased it back onto the wet road.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“For being a girl with such a good imagination, she really couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do, maybe because she went on new adventures every day in the books she read and lived through the characters in the stories she wrote.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I wrote your name across my heart So I would not forget. The way I felt when you were born Before we’d even met. I wrote your name across my heart So your heart beats with mine And when I miss you most I trace Each loop and every line I wrote your name across my heart, So we could be together So I could hold you close to me And keep you there forever.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I’ve often thought that beauty can be a deterrent to love,” Fern’s father mused. “Why?” “Because sometimes we fall in love with a face and not what’s behind it. My mother used to pour the grease off the meat when she cooked, and she stored it in a tin in the cupboard. For a while, she used a tin that had once held those long, praline-covered cookies with hazelnut crème inside. The expensive ones? More than once I got that tin down thinking I’d found my mom’s secret stash, only to take off the lid and see smelly mounds of grease.” Elliott laughed, getting the point. “The container didn’t matter much at that point, huh?” “That’s right. It made me want cookies, but that container was major false advertising. I think sometimes a beautiful face is false advertising too, and too many of us don’t take the time to look beneath the lid.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Because terrible things happen to everyone, Brosey. We’re all just so caught up in our own crap that we don’t see the shit everyone else is wading through.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“There are times like that, Bailey. Times you don’t think you can take it anymore. But then you discover that you can. You always do. You’re tough. You’ll take a deep breath, swallow just a little bit more, endure just a little longer, and eventually you’ll get your second wind,” Fern said, her smile wobbly and her teary eyes contradicting her encouraging words. Bailey nodded, agreeing with her, but there were tears in his eyes too. “But there are times when you just need to acknowledge the shit, Fern, you know?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“You just need to acknowledge it. Face the shit.” Bailey’s voice grew stronger, strident even. “Accept the truth in it. Own it, wallow in it, become one with the shit.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Ben onu kovalamadım. O da kaçmak zorunda kalmadı.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Then lost, because alone feels permanent, and lost can be found”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Think about it. There isn’t heartache if there hasn’t been joy. I wouldn’t feel loss if there hadn’t been love.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“If dark chocolate could sing, it would sound like Ambrose Young.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces