I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.
When book and reader's furrowed brow meet, it isn't always the book that's stupid.
Fate's sentence written on the brow no hand can e'er efface.
Pop music will never be low brow.
The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Big brows weren’t the look in L. A. , where I grew up. But my mom instilled in me that it’s the quirky things that make you beautiful.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
His brows rose. “And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?” “I’m a governess,” she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.
Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end.
He lifted his brows. "If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate. " "With chair-throwing. " "Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention.
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
I've never been able to feel that there is anything undignified about making your living by the sweat of your brow.
Go out and ask her into the alley. ” Clay looked at Jeremy as if he’d just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. “Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say…I don’t know…something like ‘fifty bucks. ’ ” I looked at Jeremy. “Does that sound right? Fifty?” His brows shot up. “Why are you asking me?” “I wasn’t—I just meant, as a general…” I threw up my hands. “How am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?
Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.
No athlete is crowned but in the sweat of his brow.
