Selenis Leyva Quotes

My father was always getting excited about something. It's genetically inside me somewhere.

You must never underestimate the power of the eyebrow.

There's a lot you can do without words.

I know I've got a lot of my mother in me.

People tell me I look angry. I thought my dad was mad at me his whole life, but it turns out that was just his mug - and I inherited it.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

She tried to smile sympathetically, but with her face it wasn't quite possible.

A stare is really nothing more than what you're thinking inside.

Isn't it annoying when your face doesn't do what you want it to express?

I've always kind of gotten my personality from my mom, and whether that's 'star quality' or whatever... a lot of her is in me.

When I was growing up, my father never got his profession to the house. We didn't discuss films on the dining table.

Growing up in an Italian family, we used our body to convey a message.

You know the thing about a picture being worth a thousand words? A look can be worth a million.

Before taking the stage, Paul Ryan spent 6 hours staring into a mirror working on 'concerned eyebrow.'

...smile first, then speak.

I have started smiling! I've mastered this smirk; it's a smile that isn't a smile.

One look that works is better than twenty lines of dialogue.

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverra's finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.

Eloquence resides as much in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the expression of the face, as in the choice of words.

If your face is going to “talk” for you anyway, you might as well have it communicate something positive.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

The glance embroiders in joy, knits in pain, and sews in boredom. When indifferent, the eye takes stills, when interested, movies. Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

The sidelong glance is what you depend on.

Over Kyle's shoulder she could see grandpa, looking like a cross between a grizzly bear and a giant pissed-off blowfish.