Quotes About Forehead

That was when General Johnston rode up. He came right past where I was standing, a fine big man on a bay stallion. He had on a broad-brim hat and a cape and thigh boots with gold spurs that twinkled like sparks of fire. I watched him ride by, his mustache flaring out from his mouth and his eyes set deep under his forehead. He was certainly the handsomest man I ever saw, bar none; he made the other officers on his staff look small.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

Will thought of Hell, and a quiet garden, and tried not to let the troll see the cold sweat that dewed his forehead.

His wild dark hair, though glazed into ringlets, had defeated whatever product he'd worked through it, and the curls tumbled over his forehead to brush his brows.

and his forehead would slash a pain through his thoughts and he would know it was real

Lestrade looked sadly at my companion. Then he turned to me, tapped his forehead three times, shook his head solemnly, and hurried away.

He was a well-grown, handsome man, with a splendid forehead

Winifred's, you know, where Ethel's girls were.' 'Yes, of course I know Miss Rogers,' he said. His dark hair receded from a forehead that seemed always moist, as were his dark and mournful eyes. As soon as they heard his voice – low, catarrhal and with such gentle inflections – some of the women, who had been sitting in a group by the window, got up and came over to him. 'Professor Rybeck,' one said. 'We are beside ourselves

For example, a teenager may dread going to school with a pimple on his forehead or on a bad hair day because "everyone will notice". Thomas Gilovich and his associates have found, however, that such worries are often greatly exaggerated.

For me the cosmic aeons lie complete, O Love, between thy forehead and thy feet!

A lot of people say I'm reckless and I take too many shots. I take shots on the forehead. There's nothing wrong with that. It puts me in punching range.

I don't have any fear of working with Samsung because I'm not gonna let them put a phone on my forehead; that's just never gonna happen.

And so Yoshimi heard the dry pop one more time. Her forehead felt as if it were being crushed by a car. That was all.

Have you noticed that the imbecile always smiles? Man's first frown is the first touch of God on his forehead. The touch of thought.

Somehow, I always imagine that Trump spends the evenings with his forehead pressed against the cold glass of an aquarium, talking telepathically to the tormented albino squid in which he has hidden his soul.

Do you have the word "cunt" tatooed on your forehead?

An open and capacious forehead gave indications of a good understanding, joined to great frankness of disposition.

It's like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead.

She screamed—more like a week. She informed me that a woman who doesn't have an orgasm a day will get dry skin, and lines. According to her you should rub your lover's semen into your forehead.

Spoon came up next to me. The cop frowned his disapproval with everything he had. Not just his mouth frowned. All of him joined in. He had a unibrow and Cro-Magnon forehead. They frowned too. He glared at Spoon, then turned it back at me. "And you are?" "I'm

His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.

Miss Frost put her fingers to her forehead. Do explain, Maddy. You're making it sound as if you've fallen into some unspeakable sin. You might say so, Miss Barton said. I wrote a book.

An infiltration of the morning's sun gave the various objects a certain vague structure but in no way dispelled the darkness. Here and there a thin beam of light threaded the warm brooding dusk and was filled with slowly moving motes like an attenuate firmament of stars revolving in grave order. One of these narrow beams lit Fuchsia's forehead and shoulder, and another plucked a note of crimson from her dress.

You've got dirt on your forehead," I said, "so has he," I pointed to the other priest. "Because it's Good Friday, lord. The day our Lord died." "Is that why they call it good?