Quotes About Blushing

As blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.

Lauren was still studying the mobile line of his lips when they quirked suddenly, as if amusement was lurking tere.Her gaze shot up, and to her utter horror she discovered that his gray eyes had shifted to her. Lauren was torn between laughing at his dry observation and blushing because she hadn't fooled him in the least. She did neither, and instead carefully kept her eyes on the elevator doors until they opened on the eightieth floor.

I'm going to ask Bree if she'll help me." "I'm a little scared if her," I admit. "Me too," Ally says, then laughs. "Maybe it's because she's so beautiful. Don't you think she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?" I shake my head. "I've seen prettier." "You have not." "I have." It takes all my courage to look up. "Oh," she says, and then blushes furiously.

Gohan...Is that sunburn or are you blushing?

This is a—a proposal of marriage?" he asked me, and there was the very smallest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, something I had never seen before. "I suppose so," I said, blushing again. "And, as you see, I'm doing it properly, on my knees." "This would, however, be a partnership of equals you're offering, I imagine?" "Undoubtedly." (448-49)

I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.

If you can read the Song of Songs without blushing a little, you're doing it wrong, and Origen wants us to do more than blush.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty. Blushing has little less power; and modesty in general, which is a tacit allowance of imperfection, is itself considered as an amiable quality, and certainly heightens every other that is so.

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

He smiled. Hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug.

I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. What was that for? he said; startled, blushing. I gave him a friendly hug, smiled. You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love you.

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by themselves and blush with shame; not so the great poet.... If you really have to quote someone, quote a geographer; that way you won't give yourself away. (p 44)

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

You're blushing." Daggonit. "Cowboys don't blush." "Au contraire.

So bashful when I spied her! So pretty ? so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find ? So breathless till I passed her ? So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the Dingle ? For whom betrayed the Dell ? Many, will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!

Emmy had turned so red that the woman laughed and said, "Well, I guess it's not blusher!

Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.

So, how does he kiss?" I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.

These guys may not talk too much about relationships, but they sure do blush at telling moments, don't they? Maybe that's the key to understanding the opposite sex; I could invent a science, call it blushology.

Aidos ("shame") is a vast work in Greek. Shame vibrates with honor and also with disgrace, with what is chaste and with what is erotic, with coldness and also with blushing. Shame is felt before the eyes of others and also in facing oneself...shame is a split emotion.

We blush very, very easily, and we get terrified of audiences.

You're not too tall," Dunk blurted out. "You're just right for …" He realized what he had been about to say, and blushed furiously. "For?" said Tanselle, cocking her head inquisitively. "Puppets," he finished lamely.

Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.

Elizabeth couldn't help thinking that if Winston got any redder, they'd have to paint a white line in front of him and use him as a stop sign.