Quotes About Freckles

He sometimes daydreamed about sitting beside her in a beautiful meadow and just counting her freckles.

But the best stories were about their mother, how her hair was as red as blood, how she had seventy-four freckles on her face, how she was a ferryboat captain's daughter who believed that people could fly.

He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.

A girl without freckles is like a night without stars.

Madame? What do I look like?" "You have many thousands of freckles." "Papa used to say they were like stars in heaven. Like apples in a tree.

In the candlelight, she looks of another world, her face all freckles, and in the center of the freckles those two eyes hang unmoving like the egg cases of spiders. They do not track him, but they do not unnerve him, either; they seem almost to see into a separate, deeper place, a world that consists only of music.

I've definitely gotten more confident about showing my natural skin - even during breakouts. I've actually learned that a lot of people don't love their freckles, but I've learned to love mine.

I like when my freckles show or when I do shoots and they accentuate them. It's such a compliment.

I love the texture of my skin and I love my freckles and even if my nose gets a little red, I don't mind so much.

clean-cut. She has freckles!

But you have to like freckles. I've seen a close-up of her chest. And a lot of freckles. Are you into freckles? . . . She's probably deeply troubled, and therefore great in bed. How come the deeply troubled women—deeply, deeply troubled—they're always the best in bed?" (Referring to Lindsey Lohan—she was eighteen years old at the time)56

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul

And his superior excellence, like sunshine, breaking out on a sudden, finds out, and brings to sight, those spots and freckles, that were hardly before discoverable.

Blonde: A word sir, Have you got a cure For freckles? They come out all over In the summer. Mephistopheles: Ah, Summer speckles, Dotted like a tabby cat. Take an extract Of toad-tongue, Boil with frog spawn At dawn, And spread upon your skin When the moon is thin And waning.

I guess I'm just not the film femme fatale type. I giggle too much. I have freckles and a turned-up nose, and I walk like an athlete.

He was really a striking man, with his freckles and auburn hair.

Why are you looking at me like that?" I'm counting your freckles. I've wanted to since I first laid eyes on you," he whispered, so close now that she could hardly breathe. She smiled to hide how nervous it made her. "I take it you have a lot of time to kill?

I have never wanted to hide my freckles. I just didn't like the way I looked without them; it didn't look like me.

I've got more freckles than just about anybody. My children didn't get them, thankfully. They have tiny little freckles.

Something that I've learned to love about myself is my freckles. I used to absolutely hate them; I even looked into ways I could get them removed.

Freckles of blue sky sparked through the green-black of old growth.

Red hair framed a face with a freckled nose, and her blue eyes had thick lashes like the undulating fringe of a sea anemone. But to Lara, the kind of beauty Shelly possessed was like that of nightshade berries. They appear to be delicious but are actually dangerous.

And age was just a trait, like the color of your hair, or the amount of freckles on your skin.

If I have one thing perfect, it's my eyebrows. And my feet. I love my feet. They're like Japanese feet. The rest I would like to hide. Especially my freckles. I feel ridiculous.