Top 100 His Cheeks Quotes
#1. His cheeks were all pinked up. Travel agreed with him, and she might have known: people like Quinn, always running from themselves, loved the road.
Monica Wood
#2. And may you live to see it,' said Fermin, as he signalled to the siren from Calle Escudillers to start displaying her wares.
I saw her caress the old man with infinite delicacy,
kissing the tears that fell down his cheeks.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#3. Another blast from Rivenrock shivered the air. It snatched Mhoram's head up, and he faced Covenant with tears streaming down his cheeks. "It is as I have said," he breathed achingly. "Madness is not the only danger in dreams."
Stephen R. Donaldson
#4. Syren used the belt to yank him closer. "Give me."
"No." Tender fingers grazed his cheeks then settled in Syren's hair, tugging gently until he looked up. "Take.
Avril Ashton
#5. The way his jeans hugged his cheeks drew me to him and made me feel warm.
Kristen Tracy
#6. Randall! Of course!" Roger smacked himself on the forehead, and felt his cheeks grow hot at Brianna's giggle. "You're going to think me a complete fool, but I've only just realized who you are.
Diana Gabaldon
#7. I love you," I whisper over and over again. "Don't go," I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.
Marie Lu
#8. You know I can never stay away from you." She reached up with both hands and pinched his cheeks, hard. "You're just so darn cute," she said, pursing up her lips.
"I'm studly baby, get it right.
R.L. Mathewson
#9. He's really dead?"
Benna blew out his cheeks. "Well, his head's off, and spiked above the gates, so unless you know one hell of a physician ...
Joe Abercrombie
#10. He had a Cro-Magnon forehead, a weak jaw, sagging jowls. Chunks of his cheeks looked like they had been bitten away by rodents. He could have been smiling and looked like a gargoyle.
S.M. Reine
#11. He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of long ago, if long ago could make a sound instead of being forever lost and silent.
Ruth Moore
#12. Someday," she said in a voice as serene as a high mountain lake, "I'm going to break your neck. Then I'm going to saw it off with a hacksaw so I can take my time." Venom's grin creased his cheeks.
"I knew you had it in you, kitty."
(Venom & Sorrow)
Nalini Singh
#13. He stood still for a while and looked with astonishment at the cross. It surprised him that the sight of the cross released him of his burden. He looked and looked again as tears ran down his cheeks. (
John Bunyan
#14. She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.
Shannon Hale
#15. His cheeks, his eyes, his chest, his body, all of him was so well fed, so loathsome and repellent!
Anton Chekhov
#16. She would think about how her breath had stuck in her throat when he had looked into her eyes. How fierce and protective he had been. How rugged and masculine he had looked with several days of stubble on his cheeks and chin.
Melanie Dickerson
#17. I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, "Ahh, feels good." I laughed and said, "That's because you're coldhearted." He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, "For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.
Jenny Han
#18. It's a bitch on this ship, isn't it?' That got an unexpected smile out of the symp. Musey had two dimples on his cheeks that made him look about half his chronological age.
Karin Lowachee
#19. In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and ... "I love you," he said into the spray of the shower. "I ... love you." As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.
J.R. Ward
#20. He is fat and pink. On the United Elevator Co. advertisements, they airbrush away the pocks in his cheeks, the red slivers in his nose. In person he is too flesh, a handful of raw meat. Dogs have been known to follow him, optimistic.
Colson Whitehead
#21. I, uh, love you," D repeated. He clumsily rubbed the back of his neck, then his cheeks. Either she was imagining it, or his fingers were actually trembling.
Elle Kennedy
#22. She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed his cheeks, and he felt that if he could just hold her a little longer, every wound, every hurt, every bad thing would melt away.
Leigh Bardugo
#23. What I love about Goofy is the flesh on his cheeks. You can almost feel it.
John Lasseter
#24. He had the kind of smile that inhabited every part of his face
his eyes, his cheeks; there was even a dimple.
Kristin Hannah
#25. Watch over our child. Guide him safely from the ways of harm.
Keep happy his heart, brave his soul, and rosy his cheeks.
Guard with your life his hopes and dreams,
for he is all that we have, all that we are,
and all that we will ever be.
William Joyce
#26. Dark Jar Tin Zoo's face is sallow, his cheeks sunk in, and he looks like Edvard Munch's "The Scream," only less colorful.
Jarod Kintz
#27. Raindrops felt his cheeks with blind, questing fingers ... the black trunks of the trees were like iron bars against the gray of gathering pools. Radigan
Louis L'Amour
#28. Ace sat down and inflated his cheeks like the wind gods in Italian paintings.
James Purdy
#29. Gave him my best I'm-pissed-at-you face, but the jerk grinned back at me, showing off his dimples. Those two dents in his cheeks got to me every damned time I saw them.
Aileen Erin
#30. One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
Franz Schubert
#31. A rigour passed over him,
blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#32. Nat played away and never minded anyone, while his eyes shone, his cheeks reddened, and his thin fingers flew, as he hugged the old fiddle and made it speak to all their hearts the language that he loved.
Louisa May Alcott
#33. There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.
Ray Bradbury
#34. . . . it was his teeth that stood out most of all, each smooth and square and exactly the same. Teeth like big white blocks. Teeth so wide they bulged in his cheeks, so tall they filled half his face.
Daniel Barnett
#35. I'm not a fool, no matter what you people think of the Thuvhesit,' Akos snapped, his cheeks going ruddy as he picked up the practice blade. 'You think I'm going to just let you set me up for a fall?'"
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Veronica Roth
#36. Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.
Eoin Colfer
#37. Beckett, don't make me ask you to come upstairs and check in the closets. She laid her hands on his cheeks. Just come upstairs.
Nora Roberts
#38. Now, I know I just couldn't wait to see you." He watched Logan's thick lashes sweep against his cheeks as he blinked, and then he leaned over to place a kiss by his ear. "I'm so glad you kept coming back. Did I ever tell you that?
Ella Frank
#39. I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear
Diana Gabaldon
#40. The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.
Joseph Conrad
#41. Keep talking to me," he whispers.
I pause. "Doesn't noise hurt your head?"
Thick lashes cast shadows at the tops of his cheeks. "Your voice isn't noise. It's a song I want to hear over and over."
Oh. My.
Kristen Callihan
#42. Nice of you to care, gnome girl. He tapped his cheeks, grinning now.
Anne Eliot
#43. She returned to him, pressed his cheeks in her hands. "My eccentric old man, thinking you could fly."
"This time, only my words will fly," he said solemnly. They both cracked up. Almost twenty years together and if blazing heat had turned to warmth, humor, it was less wild but easier to sustain.
Lauren Groff
#44. Sophie coughed, and Oliver felt his cheeks becoming warm.
"Don't be an ass, Andrew."
"That's a little bit difficult to accomplish, y'know?" Andrew replied. "I mean, if you had been so kind as to paint me with black and white stripes, I would've been a zebra!
Zeinab Alayan
#45. Aemon's blind white eyes came open. "Egg?" he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. "Egg, I dreamed that I was old.
George R R Martin
#46. He was looking up at the sky, where a pale crescent of moon darted in between thick sweeps of cloud and fog. Flakes of white snow had fallen and mixed with his black hair. His cheeks and lips were flushed with the cold. He looked more handsome than she had ever remembered him.
Cassandra Clare
#47. And then he'd rub his cheeks with cold cream because he'd just shaved and the tears stung.
Thomas Mann
#48. They're good, these stories," Mace continued, his cheeks stained with light color. "They teach the pain of others." "Empathy. Carlin always said it was the great value of fiction, to put us inside the minds of strangers.
Erika Johansen
#49. As the tears coated his cheeks, he told himself, Anthony Rawlings doesn't cry. He doesn't apologize, and he doesn't
Aleatha Romig
#50. Did you make a picnic, Jordan Matthews?' For the first time EVER, I see a blush in his cheeks. 'I might have' he mumbles and sets off walking.
Samantha Towle
#51. How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
"You were asleep, too?"
"Until you began drooling on my shoulder.
Sarah J. Maas
#52. I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?"
His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you.
Stephanie Perkins
#53. please." When he smiled, deep dimples formed in his cheeks. She took the paper and frowned down at it.
Kristin Hannah
#54. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the sadness in his eyes shattered my heart into a million little pieces. We had both lost so much and yet found our way to one another. I could only hope that I could heal him as much as he was healing me.- Brooke
Alyson Raynes
#55. Joseph handed me a neatly wrapped gift also in the metallic purple paper. "Diana wrapped it for you. She said my wrapping was an insult to humanity," he said breaking out in a grin that made dimples appear in his cheeks.
Micalea Smeltzer
#56. You like it like this, don't you baby?" I growled as I slid my cock between his cheeks. "Yes," Tate said breathlessly as he pushed his ass against me. "Fuck me really hard, Michael." The
Sloane Kennedy
#57. It was the first time I had seen him unshaven, the small white whiskers looking so out of place, as if someone had shaken salt neatly across his cheeks and chin. How could there be new life in his beard when it was draining everywhere else?
Mitch Albom
#58. Do you know what my name is, converted to binary code?"
He looked at her. "Is Tanzie your full name?"
"No. But it's the one I use."
He blew out his cheeks. "Um. Okay. 01010100 01100001 01101110 01111010 01101001 01100101."
"Did you say 1010 at the end? Or 0101?"
"1010. Duh.
Jojo Moyes
#59. Got down behind him and probed between his cheeks with one finger. I was surprised to find he'd already applied some slick stuff. Nothing says I love you like a pre-lubricated butthole. Looks like you're
Anonymous
#60. Nate, your commitment phobia is showing again." He turned to me in mock horror.
"Where?" He patted his cheeks anxiously. "Get it off me.
Samantha Young
#61. The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.
Scott Lynch
#62. It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.
John Flanagan
#63. Nick was still looking at him sideways, but a flush began to appear on his cheeks. Kelly swallowed hard, growing warmer. "You remember that night?" "Yeah, I do." "You ... you were, um ... impressive." "I knew you were watching," Nick murmured. "Exhibitionist." "Voyeur.
Abigail Roux
#64. He turned to stare down at his latte, wiping hard at his cheeks as the tears started to fall. He didn't push away the pain. It was his and he would own it. He wouldn't bury it again.
Suzanne Young
#65. He never got a really proper look at them, but the situation told him it must be a swarming flock of vaginas that flew all around his head, biting him toothlessly on his ears and his cheeks and his neck.
Chris Adrian
#66. As he was pummeled into one tight spot after another, emerging each time breathless and in amazed chagrin, Bryan flushed, with spots of anger in his cheeks. His whole body sagged. Before our very eyes, he became a beaten man.
E. Haldeman-Julius
#67. His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life.
Neil Gaiman
#68. His eyes are about an inch below where they should be on his face, almost to halfway down his cheeks.
R.J. Palacio
#69. Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.
Albert Camus
#70. He touches my bottom lip, leaving behind a smear of fruity glaze. He watches as I suck away the bittersweet residue, then he licks the rest of the glaze from his fingertip. At the appearance of his tongue, heat blossoms in my face.
He smirks. "Look at that. I revived the color in your cheeks."
A.G. Howard
#71. The elevator jolted and came to a halt. Caught off balance, Hannah stumbled into him. Lincoln caught her, and her cheeks filled with color. "Hmm." Mr. Welch rubbed his beard. "Looks like she's warming up to you already, Mr. Cole.
Lorna Seilstad
#72. You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You knew, but you didn't understand." He stepped close to David and put his palms on the boy's cold cheeks. "Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?
Stephen King
#73. I wonder what freezes
the flurry of hurt on her cold-
flushed cheeks, if his touch is
a salve or the shattering.
Beth Morey
#74. He leans his forehead against mine. His breath is warm against my nose and cheeks. It's slightly sweet. The kind of sweet that makes you want more.
Nicola Yoon
#75. My heart felt like it was going to explode as I burst out crying. He laughed, "Hey, what's with the April showers?" I half giggled, half sniffed as he wiped my cheeks with his thumb. "These are happy tears" I whispered. He grinned, "No rain, no rainbow.
Karli Perrin
#76. She didn't warn you about me?"
"Should she have?"
Erica finished her drink, relishing the burn in her belly and the flush of heat in her cheeks as she nodded "Definitely."
His gaze smoldered. "It's a good thing danger is my calling, then.
Lisa Kessler
#77. Okay, okay. Just tell me this." His tone alone was enough to put me on guard. I knew he was up to no good. "Are your cheeks the only place blood is flowing, or is it also moving south?
Cardeno C.
#78. Everything is on fire. My cheeks my hands the pit of my stomach and I'm drowing in waves of emotion and a storm of fresh rain and all I feel is the strenght of his silhouette against mine and I never ever ever ever want to forget this moment. I want to stamp him into my skin and save him forever
Tahereh Mafi
#79. I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do when you get all feisty. The flush in your cheeks." His voice lowered. "The way you draw in a deep breath and it pushes your tits out so beautifully. You're incredibly sexy when you're mad.
Sibylla Matilde
#80. I can feel you, Willows whispered. Tears fell to down her cheeks, and he kissed her softly on the lips, pouring all his love into that one kiss.
Carrie Ann Ryan
#81. And then he laughed. It was short and brief, but genuine and made the dimples stand out on his scruffy cheeks. It was the best sound I'd heard all year.
Karina Halle
#82. Lex's long eyelashes almost brushed her eyebrows as she looked up at him, her cheeks pink, a secret smile in the corner of her rosy lips. And he was supposed to stay away from that? A battle of will, indeed. He took a long pull of his drink as she walked by.
Staci Hart
#83. Look at me and don't stop." He tightened his hands under my ass cheeks and started pumping into me. Hard. Deep. Punishing really but I didn't care. I wanted this from him as I stared into eyes burning blue fire at me. "Ethan!
Raine Miller
#84. Daemon was suddenly in front of me, clasping my cheeks in his warm hands " I never hated you.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#85. He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why.
Wow. Oh wow.
Lilith Saintcrow
#86. When Ben turned, his dark eyes danced with yellow light. Already handsome, flaring took his attractiveness to a whole new level. Ben's coppery skin practically glowed in the evening light. I turned quickly, surprised by the color rising to my cheeks.
Kathy Reichs
#87. Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.
Lexi Maxxwell
#88. He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.
Veronica Roth
#89. Einstein followed her as if his eyes were connected to her butt cheeks with fishhooks.
Neal Stephenson
#90. He pulls back to look down at me and when he sees my tears, he brings his hands up to my cheeks. In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.
Colleen Hoover
#91. Tears rolled down my cheeks as what happened today crashed into me. I kissed his head as I held him tight. "You saved my life," I whispered my voice warbling.
His words were thick with sleep, he told me, "I was returning the favor.
S.C. Stephens
#92. The tears in my eyes are now running down my cheeks at the thought that I have been his wife and his bedfellow, his companion and his duchess, and even now, though he is near to death, still he does not love me. He has never loved me. He never will love me.
Philippa Gregory
#93. Their eyes locked. Again, heat rose to Livy's cheeks. He needed to stop looking at her that way. She never should have noticed the captivating hue of his sky-blue eyes. When was the last time a man flustered her like this. Maybe never.
Teresa Tysinger
#94. And I don't want to talk about it, because one day his name will brush against my lips in her presence, and through and involuntary blushing of the cheeks, a misting of the eyes, a breath drawn too tightly, or a single tear, the secret I'm supposed to keep locked up forever will be revealed
Sarah Ockler
#96. I expected everyone to file out of the room, but the wedding party began to embrace happily. Raymond grabbed me. "God, you're a mess." He wiped the dampness on my cheeks with his index finger. "Such a mush.
Santino Hassell
#97. But then she snapped your neck."
Tears rolled down his face.
"And I felt you die," he whispered.
Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.
Sarah J. Maas
#98. Laurent flushed. The colour hit his
cheeks hard, and a muscle tightened in
his jaw as whatever he felt was forcibly
repressed. It was not like any reaction
that Damen had ever seen from him
before, and he couldn't resist pushing it a
little further.
C.S. Pacat
#99. This is Mama Likes a Spankin', come back good, buddies." I look at Ronin. He shakes his head. "You don't want to know," he says. "Go ahead, Red Cheeks," Ford replies.
J.A. Huss
#100. He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss - lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.
Shannon Hale
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