Quotes About Cheek

my face: I should have had a single tear frozen to my cheek

Again I paused, and gazed through the stony shroud, as if, by very force of penetrative sight, I would clear every lineament of the lovely face. And now I thought the hand that had lain under the cheek, had slipped a little downward. But then I could not be sure that I had at first observed its position accurately. So I sang again; for the longing had grown into a passionate need of seeing her alive—

She sighed and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. How comfortable this is! she said. And so delightfully vulgar! Does plain Mr Dash put his arm round ladies in hackney coaches? When not in gaol he does, the Duke responded.

The wave of night receded once more and the face was staring up at him, body hunched down on the floor, head cocked, sunken cheek pressed against the side of the mattress, teeth clenched in a lipless grin.

Is it from your cheek that I took the seed?

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Anger and folly walk cheek by jole.

Betsy's arm shot out, and my cheek suddenly stung. "What the hell?" I said, trying to figure out what had happened. A cherry-red jellybean was in my lap. I held it up. "Every time you tense up, every time you turn that handsome face into an undertaker's mask, I am going to hit you with a jellybean," Betsy explained, as if the whole thing were quite reasonable.

You know how most dogs lick you on the cheek? If you're sleeping and not ready for it, my dog, Joe, will get his tongue inside your mouth. It's by far the worst kiss I've ever had.

The natural habitat of the tongue is the left cheek.

I don't understand why people expect tips. In hotels you order food in your room, and it's already more expensive from the room service menu, so it's a cheek to expect a tip on top. I do sometimes reward good service, but it should be at my discretion, and I'm not going to be held to ransom.

Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word

watch Marilena gingerly probing the woman's exposed tissue. What she is doing, basically, is getting her bearings: learning—in a detailed, hands-on manner—what's what and what's where in the complicated layering of skin, fat, muscle, and fascia that makes up the human cheek.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,The lips befitting words most kind,The eye does tempt to love's desire,And seems to, say 'tis "Cupid's fire.

Awareness started to creep in, clawing its way past the pain and numbness. He was lying on cold ground, his right cheek on a rough, hard floor. Concrete maybe. Adam tried to open his eyes, but it felt like spiders had spun webs across them. When he blinked hard, a fresh surge of pain nearly made him gasp out loud. When

The guys on the team tell me that when I go crazy, my eyeballs roll back into my head. If that's true, my eyeballs were spinning in circles as I wiped the spit off my cheek. And I lost it. Totally.

I love country music, but I find it very hard to take it seriously. I also think a lot of country music is sung with the tongue in cheek, so I do it tongue in cheek.

Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.

Do people in the twenty-first century still dance? My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. Um, I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. Sometimes. How about now? he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: Susannah. Susannah....

Susannah. My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. Susannah.... Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

The Aunts put their arms about one another so that their faces were cheek to cheek, and from this doublehead they gazed up at Steerpike with a row of four equidistant eyes. There was no reason why there should not have been forty, or four hundred of them. It so happened that only four had been removed from a dead and endless frieze whose inexhaustible and repetitive theme was forever, eyes, eyes, eyes.

I rubbed my finger across my cheek and the tip of it came back with a smear of ink. It seemed ironic, sad, beautiful, almost purposeful that I am the wife had been smudged onto my skin.

Will you give me another chance?" Robert repeated. Smiling, Dougless kissed him on the cheek. "No," she said, "although I thank you very much for the offer.