Cheeks Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cheeks Faces Inspirational Love Maps
“the outlines of his figure were indistinct—but his features were the features of a deity; for the mantle of the night, and of the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
His face was sad and stern because of the doom that was laid on him, and yet hope dwelt ever in the depths of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“The look on his face became like the tiny snapshot of a beloved that soldiers take with them to the battlefield, not only to… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“His jaw was covered in a stubble that was likely going on four days of growth. She loved that only she knew that about… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Happy he who far from business persuits Tills and re-tills his ancestral lands With oxen of his own breeding Having no slavish yoke about… — Horace Copy Share Image
“brown hair, pebbly eyes dark beneath his straw hat, drove a team of workhorses from the west. His cheeks were sunburned” — Colson Whitehead Copy Share Image
“His golden-amber hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. His coloring was unquestionably Anglo-Saxon, but the dramatic lines of his cheekbones, angled at a rather… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Those type of whites who are always going to jail with Negroes are the ones who tell Negroes to be loving and be kind… — Malcolm X Copy Share Image
I'm cute - and God I hate that. Because that's not cool. I'm like your niece, and nobody wants to date their niece. It's… — Kelly Clarkson Copy Share Image
Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused. — Lorna Dee Cervantes Copy Share Image
My knowledge of pain, learned with the sabre, taught me not to be afraid. And just as in dueling when you must concentrate on… — Otto Skorzeny Copy Share Image
If somebody is really trying to take your head off with a baseball bat - I don't know how long you're supposed to stand… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm, in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music;… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
I love to go and mingle with the young In the gay festal room--when every heart Is beating faster than the merry tune, And… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
I was raised to stand up for myself, if I feel I'm in the right. Maybe it would have been best if I'd just… — Shannen Doherty Copy Share Image
If revenge is sweet, why does it leave such a bitter taste? In disarming Peter, Christ disarmed ever knight. Turn the other cheek. — Angela Elwell Hunt Copy Share Image
John looked ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter. — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
