Quote by Sylvia Brownrigg Download Open image ““Don;t blush, for God's sake. You and your blushing - you're like some Victorian maiden.”” — Sylvia Brownrigg ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Now it was my time to blush. Except that I’m a man and I don’t do that.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
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“She blushes like a rose in bloom, though I ripped her up from the roots long ago.” — Stacey Jay Copy Share Image
“You look so hot in formalwear. The sword and daggers strapped to your body make you extra badass.” “You’re beautiful.” A blush stained her… — Laurann Dohner Copy Share Image
“He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“Had she been at all used to blushing, she would have blushed, but she wasn't, so she didn't.” — Kerry Greenwood Copy Share Image
“Why don’t you blush? No matter what I say – you never blush.” She smirks. “Because, I’m a fucking badass.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“I blush so easily. Even when I'm not embarrassed, I blush. It's so embarrassing.” — Brenda Hodnett Copy Share Image
“I think you glow more when you embarrassed. Maybe that's how you blush.” — Kat Falls Copy Share Image
The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you. — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.” — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“He wants me back." The closing punctuation of "obviously" hung in the air. The confidence in her! Anne would always have it: the certainty… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“Such nights are possible, and we survive them. It is a matter of sleeping next to the adored body you no longer have the… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“And how easy it was to leave this life, after all - this life that could feel so present and permanent that departing from… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“She'd have to start smoking. There would be no other way through this.” — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“I've been called promiscuous. Not a pretty word, is it? Makes you think of the gloop that comes out of your nose or what… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“Flannery had loved Anne truly. And truthfully. She had seen Anne clearly, not covered with the reflective glitter a person acquires if you view… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
