Blushing Quotes

A blush is no language; only a dubious flag – signal which may mean either of two contradictories

I HATED the Salinger story. It took me days to go through it, gingerly, a page at a time, and blushing with embarrassment for him every ridiculous sentence of the way. How can they let him do it?

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who’s sorry for a gnat or girl?

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

Where’er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where’er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.

I was very studious, too much. I would never go out at weekends. I was very serious. You should have seen me in class – I was blushing and sweating every time the teacher asked me something.

Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing.

Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,… a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life. …little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart

For repeating themselves from the first kiss to the last sigh, the average man’s love affairs have History blushing with envy.

Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other’s magnetic fields for the first time, and it’s like invisble lines of energy are drawing you together-

Let the words of a virgin, though in a good cause, and to as good purpose, be neither violent, many, nor first, nor last; it is less shame for a virgin to be lost in a blushing silence than to be found in a bold eloquence.

Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I’m dealing with my blushing face.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

Blushing, palpitations, a bad conscience–this is what you get if you haven’t sinned.

Courage, my boy! that is the complexion of virtue.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Blushing is the most peculiar and the most human of all expressions. Monkeys redden from passion, but it would require an overwhelming amount of evidence to make us believe that any animal could blush.

Every good movie I watch, the hero becomes my favourite. I start blushing every time a hero romances a heroine.

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no.

The Blushing Pansy,” his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. “Tea shop and confectionery.” Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.

If you’re in the mood for a blushing art house romance, you’ll fall for it, too.

Le mot ‘psychologie’est un de ceux qu’aucun auteur d’aujourd’hui ne peut entendre prononcer a’В В  son sujet sans baisser les yeux et rougir. The word ‘psychology’ is one that no author today can hear said about her work without lowering her eyes and blushing.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O’er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E’en pity scarce can wish it less!

So do you remember this place?” “Hard to forget.” he snorted. “This is where you tried to kill me. You were so nervous, you kept blushing. Never had someone try to stake me who blushed so much.

I hoped I wasn’t blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by themselves and blush with shame; not so the great poet…. If you really have to quote someone, quote a geographer; that way you won’t give yourself away. (p 44)

We can consciously end our life almost anytime we choose. This ability is an endowment, like laughing and blushing, given to no other animal… in any given moment, by not exercising the option of suicide, we are choosing to live

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I’d be blushing.

I’m not a brazen extrovert, but I’m not as blushing or demure as people might think.

Yawns are not the only infectious things out there besides germs. Giggles can spread from person to person. So can blushing. But maybe the most powerful infectious thing is the act of speaking the truth.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

DIARY, n. A daily record of that part of one’s life, which he can relate to himself without blushing.

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man’s bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

On my wedding day. I didn’t want a natural, blushing-bride look – I had a full-on hairdo and red lips. I thought it would be disingenuous to do the whole virginal look, so even though I had the white dress, I had pink net underneath.

Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry” said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying “oh you know what I mean – Goyle’s Potion looked like bogies.

When women stops blushing, she has lost the most powerful weapon of charm.

There’s kind of this unequaled thrill of playing a half-finished song, it’s kind of sense of slight embarrassment; like you’re blushing. I like doing that. I did that with “Eyeoneye” and it was almost a curse on the song for a while; I debuted it when it was half-finished in a very public way

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.