Quotes About Eyebrow

Is it necessary to annoy me?" She arched an eyebrow at him, realizing that her headache was completely gone. "So easy," Raven teased. He leaned closer. "Disrespectful woman. So dangerous, you mean." "Mmm, maybe that, too.

Zuzana arched an eyebrow. She was a master of the eyebrow arch, and Karou envied her for it. Her own eyebrows did not function independently of each other, which handicapped her expressions of suspicion and disdain.

I'm obsessed with brows, so Revlon's ColorStay Eyebrow Liner is a must, and the Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stain in Rendezvous is another obsession.

I RAISED AN EYEBROW AT HIM, AND HE STUCK OUT HIS TONGUE AND CROSSED HIS EYES WHEN JOSH TURNED AWAY FROM US TO GET THE FLYERS. IT WAS SUCH A DORKY MOVE THAT I SHOULD HAVE FELT SORRY FOR HIM, BUT IT WAS GENUINELY...CUTE

rather than two eyebrows, like most human beings have, he had just one long one.

When I'm filming a documentary, I feel like I should be the straight man, watching with a raised eyebrow.

Captain Bradbury's right eyebrow had now become so closely entangled with his left that there seemed no hope of ever extricating it without the aid of powerful machinery.

Walter took the killer's notebook from his pocket and was about to open it when Nina gave him a sternly arched eyebrow and a terse shake of her head.

field beyond field beyond field of well-kept cotton, each tuft white as a senator's eyebrow.

The policeman looked him up and down and Jack raised an eyebrow. 'Want my phone number, constable?

She took another noisy sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow at me.

Today the teacher told us that a ripe Camembert should have the same consistency as a human eyebrow.

Pain by itself is just Pain. But Pain + Distance can = entertainment, voyeurism, human interest, cinéma vérité, a good belly chuckle, a sympathetic smile, a raised eyebrow, disguised contempt.

Bob somehow waggled his eyebrow ridges. "Hey, you never went out with Charybdis. What's the plan?

Nobody's ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?

What is your name?" she murmured. He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. "I'm the evil one, in case you haven't figured it out." "I wanted your name, not your calling." "Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist.

I raised an eyebrow. Since when did they need real news to justify the slugfest? Barry gave me a knowing smile behind the assistant's back as he ducked into his studio.

Sand from the Urns Green as mould is the house of oblivion. Before each of the blowing gates your beheaded minstrel turns blue. For you he beats his drum made of moss and of harsh pubic hair; With a festering toe in the sand he traces your eyebrow. Longer he draws it than ever it was, and the red of your lip. You fill up the urns here and nourish your heart.