If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine--why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity (because they are not themselves at the center of creation, cannot bear children) that a woman writer of genius evokes murderous rage, must be brushed aside with a sneer as 'irrelevant'?
V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never. " V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.
I'm not a fan of chrome wheels. I sort of like brushed, brushed steel, more European style.
She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.
But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them. " Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.
Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.
A little tip for you, Winged Wonder. Don't threaten the woman you want to seduce. " See Annabelle take control. He reached out, gently brushed his fingertip along her collarbone. "If it means saving your life, I'll do more than threaten you. I'll follow through. Best you realize that now, rather than cry foul later.
I would remain nearer you for what time there is. " "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.
I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?” His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten. ” “Yeah, well, consider me an original. ” This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. “I always have.
When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.
Anybody who has curly hair knows you don't want it to be brushed out because it becomes a never-ending tangle.
Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.
It's never been my desire to conquer you, Amelia. If you leave this room with me, it must be at my side. As my wife, my lover, my partner. . . ” His thumb brushed her lip. “My dearest friend.
Hey. " She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug.
I endured many weeks of it, but I had a big background in martial arts and fighting as a kid, so kind of all the problems got brushed away and I was ready.
He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?
To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.
closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby. " All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
Sometimes I get so wrought up being brushed, poked and pinned all day.
