Quotes About Blush

Your voice would have silenced merle and thrush, And the rose outbloomed would have blushed to blush, And Summer, seeing you, paused, and known That the glow of your beauty outshone its own.

One of my favorite beauty products is Vincent Longo Water Canvas creamy blush. I have it in every color and I've been using it for 5 years and that's all I put on when I leave the house. It looks so natural I just put a little bit on my cheeks to give them some color.

I think a cream blush placed under foundation works the best. That way it shows through the skin the way your face does when it naturally blushes.

Graced by those signs which truth delights to own, The timid blush, and mild submitted tone: Whate'er she says, though sense appear throughout, Displays the tender hue of female doubt; Deck'd with that charm, how lovely wit appears

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

And flash him!" Annabeth's face reddened. "That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.

Paolo gripped my shoulders and kissed my cheeks. I may have blushed. He was quite handsome when he wasn't bleeding out from dismemberment.

know to be a safe port in a storm?" Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver's hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

A maiden never bold;Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motionBlush'd at herself.

I found it winsome that such a hardened man of the world could have gained so much experience as scientist, explorer, natural historian, naval surgeon, and taxidermist and still manage a maidenly blush when confronted with a fertility icon.

Whoever blushes confesses guilt, true innocence never feels shame.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat... or a girl?

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

Eddie I'm not going to claim to be any expert in romance, but even I can tell that you're crazy about Jill." He promptly looked away, though his blush betrayed him. "That's not true.

Adrian." I laid my hand over his an felt a warm spark of connection. He jerkedd his head toward me in astonishment. "Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a longe time... and it's all good." Adrian looked away form me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry." I'd probably freaked him out. He glanced back up at me. "Best thing that's happened to me all day. Let's hit the road.

I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." Tugging the rim of his hat, he winked. "Wish I could say the same, ma'am." Red rushed into her cheeks. Die and be blamed, but he liked to see her blush.

Good evening," he whispered, just a touch too close to her ear to be proper. She turned toward him with a blush and he finally had the pleasure of seeing the color of her eyes. Jade green. Magnificent. Even if this woman proved to be an unattainable challenge, he'd certainly chosen well. "G-Good evening," she stammered as she straightened up to smooth the front of the gown that matched those jade eyes perfectly.

When you undress for bed, let yourself dance as if life pleases you, then apologize when you suddenly realize she is there and put yourself straight into your blankets. Can you blush?" A

have food stains on him somewhere. "Where were you all dressed up?" I asked. "Where were you all undressed?" he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn't done anything worth blushing for. "Fine, let's go." I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.

He lifts one of my hands and raises it to his cheek, a gesture so tender and unexpected that my breath catches in my throat. I feel the blood rising to my cheeks, and I look down at my lap. I can't meet his eyes.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.

Blushing is the color of virtue.