Quotes About Cheeks

We'll explore it together if you promise me a kiss when we get to the middle." Color stained her cheeks. "A lady never promises any such thing." "I might have to steal one, then." She opened her fan and waved it, but he could see the heat spreading up her face and grinned.

He felt a stab of satisfaction at the way her cheeks colored and her eyes darkened with trepidation. Her emotions showed readily on her face. She had translucent skin that colored easily, and it would be tempting to spend his time provoking a reaction out of her. She was a match for him in more ways than one.

I no longer knew whether it was raindrops or my own tears that were flowing down my cheeks, and I hated to have to drag along this relic of a sniveling child.

I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to the gleam of my hair.

Then a skeleton came out from among the trees. It was the skeleton of a Union soldier, though the uniform it wore was so ragged and filthy it was difficult to identify. The sunken cheeks were covered with a thin scattering of fuzz; the hair was lank and matted. It fell over the skeleton's forehead and down into its eyes

Love: A wildly misunderstood, although highly desirable, malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to grow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.

Se ausentaba a la última hora de la noche o a primera hora de la mañana, cuando todos dormían en palacio, y regresaba con las mejillas enrojecidas y oliendo a mar.

I would lay my cheeks gently against the comfortable cheeks of my pillow, as plump and blooming as the cheeks of babyhood.

The rest had done wonders. Pain makes you set your jaw, and your eyes grow falsely bright with anxiety, and the muscles over the temples and along the cheeks, even the weak muscles near to the nose, stand out a little, and that is the look of sickness and of resistance to suffering.

He realizes that the heat on his cheeks is anger; he has been angry ever since he left that diner full of mermaids.

Often, city fathers blamed prostitutes for the disease, and some threatened to brand their cheeks with hot iron if they did not desist from their vices.

Lots of famous chefs today don't look whacked, because they don't work. They have a healthy glow and a clear complexion. There is blood in their cheeks. They haven't got burns on their wrists and cuts on their hands.

Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker

My cheeks were burning like those of a squirrel hoarding jalapeños

His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.

Face devoid of darkness, Tanu kissed her on both cheeks. "Live an extraordinary life, won't you, Ashi? Fate has promised me you'll make it.

His eyes were brilliant, his cheeks hectic, but it was joy. This was what he'd been looking for all his life, to be a gesith, and do as gesiths do, and here he was, at the hall of the overking of the Anglisc, about to test his mettle against the king's own.

Wonderful, darling Oksana, allow me to kiss you!" the encouraged blacksmith said and pressed her to him with the intention of snatching a kiss; but Oksana withdrew her cheeks, which were a very short distance from the blacksmith's lips, and pushed him away. "What more do you want? He's got honey and asks for a spoon! Go away, your hands are harder than iron. And you smell of smoke. I suppose you've made me all sooty.

After a brief postprandial snooze he ordered the necessaries for washing, and spent an extraordinarily long time lathering both cheeks with soap, while distending each in turn from the inside with his tongue. Then, pulling the towel off the inn-servant's shoulder, he used it to rub every part of his plump face, beginning behind his ears, after twice snorting straight into the inn-servant's face as a preliminary.

Instantly Nozdrev burst into a laugh compassable only by a healthy man in whose head every tooth still remains as white as sugar. By this I mean the laugh of quivering cheeks, the laugh which causes a neighbour who is sleeping behind double doors three rooms away to leap from his bed and exclaim with distended eyes, "Hullo! Something HAS upset him!

Then it's off to the den, where the TV is tuned to a colorful parade, full of floats and balloons! And you watch for awhile, but soon it's all done, so you roll out the door for a stroll in the sun. And the chilly air tweeks your nose and your cheeks.

They could barely feel the breeze on their left ears and cheeks and it moved the fog over the water with a timeless languor as if there never had been a time without fog and there would never be one again. It seemed to be lightening.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.