Quotes About Blush

Miss Clerricot blushes most charmingly and raises a hand to cover a portion of her countenance. It is a shame, this ill-feeling that exists between Miss Clerricot and her face.

Alla fine, sotto la sporcizia che le copriva il viso, comparve un vago rossore.

A stall selling cloaks in all the colours of the sky, from the first blush of dawn to deep as midnight and spangled with stars.

A military man's courtship rites may not be poetic, but then, they're not cryptic, either. Even if he's bashful, when he fancies you, you know it, because you can't hide a lover's blush under the Army's signature high-and-tight haircut.

Behind her freckles, a blush rose to the Object's face. She was, of course, transfixed by such information. I was speaking into her left ear. The blush spread across her face from that side, as if my words left a visible trace.

Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.

He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her as if for the first time. His daemon turned her great tawny leopard eyes on her too, and under the concentrated gaze of both of them, Lyra blushed. But she gazed back fiercely.

The majority of people didn't blush in zero-gee. Unfortunately for Carpenter, he wasn't one of them.

The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.

You'll get wet," Daisy protested, glancing at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. He began to laugh. "I'm not made of sugar." "Neither am I." "Yes you are," he murmured, making her blush. He smiled at the sight of her face peeking out from the folds of her coat, like a little owl in the woods.

Emme is obsessed with makeup. She puts blush on her eyes, shadow on her face--it's very artistic. And she loves my shoes. She's been walking around in my heels ever since she was a year old.

Don't bitch about the clothes that you try on. Blush all you want--" "What makes you think I'll blush?" "If you don't, we won't take them.

Snapped abruptly to a realization of how rudely I had been staring, I blushed and said without thinking, I was just wondering if you've ever been kissed by a beautiful young girl? I went still redder as he shouted with laughter. With a broad grin, he said Many times, madonna. But alas, it does not help. As you see. Ribbit.

It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

Liz's cheeks burned with embarrassment

Stop your complaining," Sterling demanded, before Frannie could reply. "I'll have you know I've paid good money to have beautiful ladies towel me off." She jerked her head around to look at him, and a charming blush crept up her cheeks. He grinned at her. "Some foreign countries have lovely customs.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to pass, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite ridiculously gallant. You have also grown a little stupid.

oh shit, i think. my cheeks are on fire; my heart starts to pound.

Darwin knew that the mother of the blush was shame. For Darwin, shame defines our essential humanity. Silvan Tomkins views shame as an innate feeling that limits our experience of interest, curiosity and pleasure.

Aren't you, Catherine?" He smiled at her and she blushed with delight. Rufus liked Catherine so well, all of a sudden, that he smiled at her, and when she smiled back they were both happy and suddenly he was very much ashamed to have treated her so.

forgotten? Yes, a schism Nurtured by foppery and barbarism, Made great Apollo blush for this his land.

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

A long, scandalous kiss. I felt the colour rush through my cheeks. If this was the custom, I liked it.