Quotes About Cheek

Morning came, and a grey wash of light found Dan, his cheek thrust hard in the carpeted right-angle of the bottom stair

INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams.

The moon will press her dimpled cheek Against the bosom of the sky, And, as we dreamed once, seem to speak To silver clouds which drift them by.

The almost as familiar chutzpah has been drolly defined as 'the quality shown by the man who murders his mother and father, then asks the judge to forgive a poor orphan

And then, before I could shout in alarm, the tear spilled free—and there was nothing for me to do but rush past and, with the smallest draft, ever so slightly alter its flight. The tear landed, safely, on her cheek. Her eyes snapped open in surprise.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.

I will desist; ...But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.

Ah, why should tears the pale cheek fretFor aught that waneth here below.Let go, let go!

He touches my cheek lightly with his fingers. 'You- I thought-' I stare up into his eyes, puzzled by his expression. 'Are you hurt?' he asks. I shake my head. The prince turns away from me abruptly.

I am trembling. I bite the inside of my cheek to ground myself in pain that I cause. This feels entirely too familiar, to wait for punishment from a capricious ruler.

Everybody forgets that we hamsters have cheek pouches . . .

yes, I know what you loved, brooding by the shore, your cheek in your still-damp hand, thinking, —Vicente Aleixandre, from "Tragic Destiny," A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)

The gentle maid, whose hapless tale, these melancholy pages speak; say, gracious lady, shall she fail To draw the tear a down from thy cheek?

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

left cheek bore the clear impression of two

Monsters,' her dad said, a tear tracing his cheek. 'I live in a world of monsters.

The cloud cover had parted for a moment and the light touched the edges of jaw and cheek, making him look gilded, like one of Donatello's archangels.

But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. —

He touched his cheek, where the darker line of a scar sliced across the ruddy skin; a memento of the scandalous duel that had sent him into exile at Ardsmuir. "God knows what you did to be sent here, Grey," he said, shaking his head. "But for your own sake, I hope you deserved it! Luck to you!" And with a swirl of blue cloak, he was gone.

I want to be there to remind them I haven't got a tongue to stick into the cheek I haven't got either.

Summer's cheek too soon turns thin, Days grow briefer, sunshine rare; Autumn from his cannekin Blows the froth to chase Despair.

Walter was a powerful lord in Burgundy, who, in his earliest youth, had been smitten with the charms of the fair Brunhilda, a beauty far surpassing in loveliness all her rivals; for her tresses, dark as the raven face of night, streaming over her shoulders, set off to the utmost advantage the beaming lustre of her slender form, and the rich dye of a cheek whose tint was deep and brilliant as that of the western heaven: