My cheeks explode when I smile. Thats why I have to look so nonplussed.
One of my favorite beauty products is Vincent Longo Water Canvas creamy blush. I have it in every color and I've been using it for 5 years and that's all I put on when I leave the house. It looks so natural I just put a little bit on my cheeks to give them some color.
When I started skiing my pants were baggy and my cheeks were tight------Now my cheeks are baggy and my pants are tight.
He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.
For the rest of my life I'll be thinking about that hamburger. I'll be sitting there at the counter, holding it in my hands with tears streaming down my cheeks. The waitress will be looking away because she doesn't like to see kids crying when they are eating hamburgers.
Turning the other cheek isn't submissive. It's defiant.
As for Gordon Brown - I've described him and Blair as two cheeks of the same arse.
The scene [in The Hangover] where the tiger actually pops up behind us, that's actually a Jim Henson tiger puppet. The Jim Henson Company actually supplied that tiger. And it's really cool. Its entire face moves. It has like all these little motors in its eyebrows and cheeks and mouth. It was amazing.
She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.
Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.
There are two kinds of people,’ she’d said. ‘Those who coast through life like ducks in a row, following one after the other, and those who ride the waves. ’” Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my voice cracked. “‘Ride the waves, baby, and live. Live.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks
They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm, in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music; they hummed. And there was no reason for them to be dancing that Peter Lake could see, except that it was an exceptionally beautiful night.
I have to tell you, I'm not like Demi Moore, where the tears trickle prettily down my cheeks. My whole face screws up and it's like, Oh please, get a room.
No, I know,” Levi said. “But it’s not you. You don’t push through every moment. You pay attention. You take everything in. I like that about you—I like that better. ” Cath closed her eyes and felt tears catch on her cheeks. “I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me. … Cather. ” He kissed her mouth. “Look at me. ” She did. “I choose you over everyone.
Giving the tortoise a little wave, I kind of felt stupid afterward for doing so. It just stuck its head back in its green and brown shell. "That's a very interesting pet. " "And those are very interesting shorts. " His gaze dropped. "What are they?" Leaning forward his eyes narrowed and I stiffened. "Pizza slices?" Heat swamped my cheeks. "They're ice cream cones. " "Huh. I like them. " Straightening, his gaze drifted up me slowly, leaving an unfamiliar wake of heat behind. "A lot.
Love is not about the Dimples on the Cheeks but it is about the Heart that Beats
And this must be Avery?" "Oh, God, no," Cam said. "This is Candy, Mom. " His mother's eyes widened and a bit of color infused her cheeks. "Uh, I'm. . . " "I'm Avery," I said, shooting Cam a look. "You had it right. " She spun around, smacking Cam across the arm. Hard, too. "Cameron! Oh my God. I thought. . . " She smacked him again and he laughed. "You're terrible.
Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.
