It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
We should often blush for our very best actions, if the world did but see all the motives upon which they were done.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
New York State is upside down and backwards; high taxes and low performance. The New York State government was at one time a national model. Now, unfortunately, it's a national disgrace. Sometimes, the corruption in Albany could even make Boss Tweed blush.
At first blush, it seems that the young people who were shot down in the parking lot at the base of Blanket Hill gave up their lives for a dream that died with them.
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter.
We blush very, very easily, and we get terrified of audiences.
On first blush, Hold 'em seems like a ridiculously simple game.
Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.
The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient.
The role of Charlie Eppes has changed me. I never imagined I would play a role like this. I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince. The truth is all this talk makes me blush. Me, I look in the mirror and all I see is this Jewish kid from Queens.
A letter does not blush.
A girl can tell I like her when I blush or start telling bad jokes.
I am such a strong admirer and supporter of George W. Bush that if he suggested eliminating the income tax or doubling it, I would vote yes on first blush.
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?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories