Vittel, Bains, Bussang—all in the Vosges—yet it continues to hold up its head.
My mother, when I was a girl, always bid me hold up my head.
It appeared to him amazing that he could hold up his head at all, poor creature.
We must hold up our heads and fight low, as my brother Solomon used to say.
When any one praises us, we hold up our heads and believe him.