Quotes About Cheeks

#1. She thought her ears would light with fire, her cheeks burn to ash, but the moment passed, as even the worst moments do.

Charlie N. Holmberg

#2. She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

Hila Colman

#3. I don't know how the Wolfman knows all this, but he's not wrong. My warm cheeks turn scalding hot.
"Your shame is a good sign. You may break sooner than I thought. The breaking is good. It purifies.

Carolyn Lee Adams

#4. please." When he smiled, deep dimples formed in his cheeks. She took the paper and frowned down at it.

Kristin Hannah

#5. When the dark clouds accompany us with the furious concert of Thunder, then the liberating rain will finally wipe away the tears from our cheeks.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#6. 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

#7. And so, feeling like men trying to work a jigsaw puzzle blindfolded and using only our butt cheeks to grip the pieces, we left.

Anonymous

#8. Coiled and personal, Laurent's gift was a Veretian whip, made of gold.
Damen recognized it.
[ ... ]
His gaze flung to Laurent. He knew he had flushed, he could feel the heat in his own cheeks. In front of the gathered generals, he couldn't say, What have you done?

C.S. Pacat

#9. The door opened to reveal Janie gleefully putting the finishing touches of the bright pink polish on Max's hands.
"Nice timing," the solider said with a grimace.
Talen snorted. "You're relieved, in case you need to powder your cheeks.

Rebecca Zanetti

#10. I've been around for a very long time, I've been around since God had baby cheeks.

Jean Houston

#11. I fucking matter," she tells Cas, her cheeks growing pink. "He has no right to tell me I don't.

Suzanne Young

#12. And we held each other in the dark hall and laughed, with the tears running down our cheeks and echoes of our laughter going up the ruined stairway to the sky.
'I am so happy,' Constance said at last, gasping. 'Merricat, I am so happy.'
'I told you that you would like it on the moon.

Shirley Jackson

#13. But this was like old movies, the silent theater haunted with black-and-white ghosts, silvery mouths opening to let moonlight smoke out, gestures made in silence so hushed you could hear the wind fizz the hair on your cheeks.

Ray Bradbury

#14. It's been...interesting."
"Aw." He actually rolled his eyes. "Interesting? That's the review I get? I'm pretty sure the earth moved."
"Well..." My cheeks heated. "You're the farmer. It's your job to notice the earth.

Sarina Bowen

#15. L. A. is crazy. The women all look the same now. That thing with the cheeks. Like Madonna. Who do they think they're fooling? It doesn't make them look young. You end up looking like a freak.

Sofia Vergara

#16. Life really is amazing, and when you're about to lose it, you finally notice that you never really took it in before. And you realize the sheer magnitude of what it involves, from your first kiss to your hundredth slice of pizza. I guess that's why those tears drifted down my cheeks.

Ryan C. Thomas

#17. I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together all those years ago? Or was fate finally providing a way for our love to live on?

Rose Wynters

#18. The other hand neither was he a man, nor any sapient proteinoid of the glutinous-albuminous variety. The head was round and plump, with red cheeks, but for eyes it had two penny whistles, and for ears it had thuribles, which gave off a thick cloud of incense. He was dressed

Stanislaw Lem

#19. Tears escape from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. They fall onto our hands, the same time I fall into him. "I love you," I mouth. He quirks an eyebrow. "Olive juice?

Jay McLean

#20. 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

#21. It wasn't hard to imagine them surrounded by their families as they did the last of their breathing. Said their goodbyes. Kissed cheeks. No luggage to check in. Leave your body with us, I thought. We'll look after that.

Scot Gardner

#22. Tears spilled won my cheeks as I felt renewed disappointment. "You keep hurting me."
He had the decency to look guilty. "I don't mean to.

Samantha Young

#23. It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks

Veronica Roth

#24. Did you miss me?'
"A little bit," she said with a shrug.
"You have tears running down your cheeks," he said with a grin. "I think you missed me more than a little.

Robyn Carr

#25. I've always been unhappy with my teeth. I've lost most of them from my bottom jaw, and those in the upper jaw have been screwed in or capped. As a result, I've got great hollows under my cheeks, and my bone structure seems accentuated.

Kate O'Mara

#26. Park looked good in black. It made him look like he was drawn in charcoal. Thick, arched, black eyebrows. Short, black eyelashes. High, shining cheeks.

Rainbow Rowell

#27. I thought of my sweet little girl and her chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and long brown hair with bangs that constantly needed trimming. She was all that really mattered in this world, and I could not keep moping over some guy who came in and out of my life faster than a season of American Idol.

Kate Madison

#28. You're gonna be mine, do you hear me? No matter what I have to do, I want you to be my girl." He kisses my noise, cheeks, and forehead. "I won't take no for an answer, and whether or not you want me to, I'm gonna find your pieces so I can put you back together.

Gail McHugh

#29. Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Say the words." Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Kiss me."
"Where?

Katie Reus

#30. I no longer knew whether it was raindrops or my own tears that were flowing down my cheeks, and I hated to have to drag along this relic of a sniveling child.

Ingrid Betancourt

#31. I am essence of Rose Solitude
my cheeks are laced with cognac
my hips sealed with five satin nails
I carry dreams and romance of new fools and old
flames
between the musk of fat
and the side pocket of my mink tongue.

Jayne Cortez

#32. He was a crusty old bastard, dressed like my uncle in ancient denim coveralls, espadrilles and beret. He had a leathery, tanned and windblown face, hollow cheeks, and the tiny broken blood vessels on nose and cheeks that everyone seemed to have from drinking so much of the local Bordeaux.

Anthony Bourdain

#33. 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

#34. Wasn't afraid of dying because dying had always been somewhere in our house, somewhere so close, we could feel the wind of it on our cheeks.

Jacqueline Woodson

#35. I am your master and this body belongs to me. I will use it, spank it, tie it up and fuck it anytime I please. Now go stand in the corner and stick those cheeks out for me to admire

Elli Everson

#36. Her hair was a flyaway mess, and her cheeks, she knew, would be a little too red for dignity - but she often had to choose between dignity and living another hour.

Michelle Sagara

#37. He groaned her name as he bent, his mouth so tender, so exquisitely gentle with hers that tears ran hotly down her cheeks. He was the world, and everything in it. She loved him so.

Diana Palmer

#38. I don't know how to say good-bye to you," she said. He smoothed her hair off her face. He'd never seen her so fair. "Then don't." "But I have to go. ... " "So go," he said with his hands on her cheeks. "But don't say good-bye. It's not good-bye.

Rainbow Rowell

#39. I would have been different too, without you. Weaker, reckless." He smiled slightly. "Afraid of the dark." He brushed the tears from my cheeks. I wasn't sure when they'd started. "But no matter who or what I was, I would have been yours.

Leigh Bardugo

#40. As the tears coated his cheeks, he told himself, Anthony Rawlings doesn't cry. He doesn't apologize, and he doesn't

Aleatha Romig

#41. It's moments like these as hot tears race each other down my cheeks, that I beg my heart to hate him.
But it's a damn fool because it never listens to me.

Ella Fields

#42. John looked ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter.

John Arbuthnot

#43. I will meet you in the dirtiest city you can dream of. We will drink cocktails so sweet they pucker our cheeks, as we perch on cracked leather bar stools. I will buy you plates of calcium and protein and we will run through the streets in excellent danger.

Michelle Tea

#44. He looked down into Lindsay's face, and her eyes were bright once more, her cheeks flushed....
"I thought you were after the fudge." Lindsay didn't move one centimeter toward the kitchen, didn't stir from his arms.
"I found something sweeter.

Sierra Donovan

#45. It is very extraordinary to see the perfect flush of health on her cheeks, to see the lustre of her coiled black hair, the poise of the head upon the neck, the grace of the white hands - and to think that it all means nothing - that it is a picture without a meaning. Yes, it is queer.

Ford Madox Ford

#46. My butt cheeks clenched so tightly that not even light could have escaped.

David Wong

#47. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ...

William Shakespeare

#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. I'm in love with your honour.
I'm in love with your cheeks.

Bon Iver

#50. You should see my baby pictures. My cheeks hung off my face like water balloons. You can imagine how often I was teased.

Sean Covey

#51. her cheeks splotched red from the cold, as she

Amanda Coplin

#52. Even when I was a kid, Lo would put his hands on my cheeks and kiss me really quickly, and we'd burst into laughter afterwards. He'd end up chasing me through the fancy parties that our parents brought us to, trying to steal another.
I'd always let him catch me.

Krista Ritchie

#53. She's absolutely beautiful. Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.
Her
love
is
beautiful.

Colleen Hoover

#54. My eyes meet his eyes.
"You were a jerk," I say.
His hands move to my cheeks. "I'm sorry."
I pull away, but I can only go an inch before I bump into lacrosse sticks, not that I really want to go any farther. "Nope. No way. You do not get to kiss me yet."
He pouts.

Carrie Jones

#55. Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#56. She was so beautiful and seemed so unaware of it. The wisps of blonde hair danced around her pink-tinted cheeks just as he had captured them in his painting. But even more devastating than her physical beauty were the glimpses he had seen of her heart and soul. God help him.

Melanie Dickerson

#57. I'm very, very Spanish. I have fat cheeks on both ends. I'm sitting on my Spanish part. And it's my heart, the way I am, the way I speak. It has nothing to do with the way I look.

Cristina Saralegui

#58. And then he'd rub his cheeks with cold cream because he'd just shaved and the tears stung.

Thomas Mann

#59. 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

#60. I'll get you back for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don't have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me."
"I thought your 'tube of lipstick' might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on."
Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?"
"Canna say.

Kresley Cole

#61. After half an hour the Senora emerged, short of breath, with flushed cheeks....as uf she'd been seized and shaken like a faulty thermometer.

Helen Oyeyemi

#62. Oh shit, i think. my cheeks are on fire; my heart starts to pound.

Jodi Picoult

#63. Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict's. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks.

Ellen Read

#64. If you're trying to disguise yourself to fool an approaching enemy, then try impersonating a nutsack. Just puff out your cheeks and look uninterested.

Robert Hamburger

#65. His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow's peak like the point of a dagger.

Laini Taylor

#66. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart ...

William Butler Yeats

#67. I have had a lot to put up with," she said, looking meaningfully at me. "I know the Bible tells us to turn the other cheek but there are only so many cheeks in a day.

Jeanette Winterson

#68. Beneath your skin are muscles. Learn to use them. It is your face. Your cheeks, your lips, your ears. Smiles and scowls should not come upon you like sudden squalls. A smile should be a servant, and come only when you call it. Learn to rule your face.

George R R Martin

#69. That's so sexy," said Julian dryly. "Hamster cheeks totally do it for me.

Alexis Hall

#70. He tried to scream, but nothing would come out. All he wanted to be was home, safe with his ma and daddy. Hot tears streaked down his grime-covered cheeks.
The candle in his hand sputtered out, and the darkness took him into its cold and empty embrace.

Hunter Shea

#71. 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

#72. The tinkle of a wind chime stirred from over a window. Purple and white phlox cascaded cheerfully over the top of a nearby stone wall. Sunlight sifted through the weave of her straw hat, casting freckles of light on her nose and cheeks that shifted, out of focus, as she walked.

Caragh M. O'Brien

#73. Where are we going" My eyes flit to the clock. 2 a.m.
"We're taking a trip."
I wipe my splotchy cheeks. "To Hogwarts?" I ask hopefully.

Krista Ritchie

#74. Who could have done this to me?" I wail, pressing my hands to my cheeks. "I can't feel my face. Is my face still my face?

Jenny Han

#75. Nice of you to care, gnome girl. He tapped his cheeks, grinning now.

Anne Eliot

#76. He nodded and half smiled. "Right-you're the hearts-and-flowers girl."
Her cheeks warmed with anger. His smile didn't make up for his sarcasm. "And you're the scorn-and-bile boy.

Francine Pascal

#77. Often, city fathers blamed prostitutes for the disease, and some threatened to brand their cheeks with hot iron if they did not desist from their vices.

Peter Lewis Allen

#78. My cheeks flushed, and I felt a wave of warmth throughout my body, but not because of the subject matter. Because she had used the word us.
It was one of those times when you don't realize how lonely you are until, suddenly, there's someone by your side.

I. W. Gregorio

#79. Oh, God, no! Not your fragile ego!" I slapped my hands to my cheeks and feigned horror, earning me one of Till's one-sided grins. "I know. I took it hard. I had to flex in front of the mirror for a full five minutes before I was able to come down here.

Aly Martinez

#80. 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

#81. 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

#82. And when the blush of a schoolgirl's cheeks was mistaken for the crimson of a holy man's fingers, it was the schoolgirl who was called hussy, tramp, slut.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#83. I would lay my cheeks gently against the comfortable cheeks of my pillow, as plump and blooming as the cheeks of babyhood.

Marcel Proust

#84. Tears slid; tears fell; tears, like diamonds, collecting powder in the ruts of her cherry blossom cheeks.

Virginia Woolf

#85. Their kisses had gone on and on - cheeks, neck, mouth, and tongue. Seconds ... minutes ... hours. Then they'd start all over again. Adults were too fixed on the final goal to take that kind of time. Only teenagers afraid of the next step exchanged kisses that lasted forever.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#86. 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

#87. 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

#88. Don't swallow: your bulging, blushing cheeks display the saliva you want to share.

Bauvard

#89. I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn't crying.

Tahereh Mafi

#90. I heave a painful gasp, trying to catch my breath. My cheeks feel wet, though I don't remember crying. Executed. My blood boils under my skin. It's a lie. He didn't run. He was in the Guard. And they found out. They killed him for it. They murdered him.

Victoria Aveyard

#91. Are your ass cheeks touching my desk right now?" "You don't even insult me the normal way that you used to," she said. "I actually miss that." I pulled out a box of Clorox wipes.

Whitney G.

#92. gotten off easy, okay?" Lisa swallowed hard as her cheeks burned.

Angela Elwell Hunt

#93. Two angels just squeezed his lean cheeks. I'm going to win.

Katy Evans

#94. 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

#95. She felt a lump form in her throat, and she swallowed hard. She wouldn't have this-the swollen ankles and pink cheeks and the feel of that glorious, curving belly under the palm of her hand-but she could still be a mother. That was the important thing.

Sarah Pekkanen

#96. The irony is that the more we fight age, the more it shows. Paint on a 50-year-old face brings to mind a Gilbert and Sullivan comic figure. Smooth the cheeks, and suddenly the ear lobes and hands look out of place. Do we run around in October, painting the gold leaves green?

Karen DeCrow

#97. With plump little cheeks and blond ringlets, she looked like a porcelain doll. A very pissed off and evil porcelain doll.

Richelle Mead

#98. Then he would slow them again, pulling Zane closer, pressing their cheeks together in a gesture that was borderline sensual as the music moved them. Zane's

Madeleine Urban

#99. Death takes what man would keep," said the butterfly, "and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief.

Peter S. Beagle

#100. I captured her cheeks, pulling her back to my hungry mouth. Man, I couldn't get enough of her taste, of how she gave it right back to me on all fronts. Her hands went to the button on my jeans.
There was a cracking sound in the house. Most likely something had just went up in flames.

Jennifer L. Armentrout