Brows Quotes - Page 4

• ¿De verdad quieres saber por qué has perdido?". le pregunté. "¿De verdad tienes una respuesta?", replicó. "Tienes que bajarte del caballo y correr con tus hombres. No tienes resistencia para un combate largo. Y encuentra una espada más ligera". "Pero era de mi tío." "Tú no eres tu tío." "Pero yo soy el Rey, y esta es la espada del Rey", dijo Cahil. Sus cejas se fruncieron. Parecía confuso. "Pues llévala a tu coronación", le dije. "Si la usas en batalla, la llevarás en tu funeral", dije.

  Maria V. Snyder

  Running, Horse, Uncles

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• More than my questions about the efficacy of social actions were my questions about my own motives. Do i want social justice for the oppressed or do i jusy want to be known as a socially active person? I spend 95 percent of my time thinking about myself anyway. I dont have to watch the evening news to see the world is bad, i only have to look at myself. I am not brow beating here, i am only saying that true charge , true living giving, God honoring change would have to start with the individual. I was the very problem i had been protesting. I wanted to make a sign that read “I am the problem

  Donald Miller

  Thinking, Here I Am, Giving

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• If trust must be earned, hasn't God unequivocally earned our trust with the bark on the raw wounds, the thorns pressed into the brow, your name on the cracked lips.

  Ann Voskamp

  Names, Thorns, Lips

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• Cuando se miraba en las fotos de su boda, Ammu sentía que la mujer que le devolvía la mirada era otra. Una tonta novia enjoyada. Su sari de seda color atardecer bañado en oro. Anillos en cada dedo. Puntos blancos de pasta de sándalo sobre sus arqueadas cejas. Al mirarse así, la suave boca de Ammu se torcía en una pequeña y amarga sonrisa al recordar, no la boda en sí, sino el hecho de haberse dejado decorar con tanto esmero antes de que la llevaran a la horca. Parecía tan absurdo. Tan inútil. Como pulir leña.

  Arundhati Roy

  Memories, Sunset, Eye

  Arundhati Roy (2002). “The God of Small Things”, p.43, Penguin Books India

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• 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.

  Kelley Armstrong

  Kids, Fighting, Hands

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• She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.

  Holly Black

  Couple, Thinking, Together

  Holly Black (2012). “Black Heart”, p.82, Simon and Schuster

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• Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?” “You’re angry,” Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. “I’m not angry,” he said in a husky, gentle voice. “I’m embarrassed

  Judith McNaught

  Voice, Drawing, Giving

  Judith McNaught (2016). “Once and Always”, p.181, Simon and Schuster

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• Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.

  Victor Hugo

  Goodbye, Kissing, Giving

  Victor Hugo (2015). “Les Misérables”, p.1031, First Avenue Editions

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• Then Aragorn stooped and looked in her face, and it was indeed white as a lily, cold as frost, and hard as graven stone. But he bent and kissed her on the brow, and called her softly, saying: 'Éowyn Éomund's daughter, awake! For your enemy has passed away!' - Aragorn & Éowyn

  J. R. R. Tolkien

  Daughter, White, Enemy

  J.R.R. Tolkien (2012). “The Lord of the Rings: One Volume”, p.587, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

  Melina Marchetta

  Hands, Alive, Lips

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• "You're full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace." I looked up at him and arched a brow. "I'm a girl. That's part of the job description, Mr. Maxfield."

  Tammara Webber

  Girl, Jobs, Contradiction

  "Easy". Book by Tammara Webber, May, 2012.

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• You the Dark-Hunter?" Kyrian arched a brow. "You the flunky?" "I don't like your tone." "And I dont't like you. Now that we've dispensed with the introductions and have declared our mutual distaste for one another, why don't you take me to the one who holds your leash?

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Dark, Hunters, Tone

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• 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.

  Julia Quinn

  Rose, Experts, Bruises

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• Me alegro mucho de que hayas vuelto. Te necesitamos aquí. Quiero decir... Burnett está bien, pero... él no eres tú". Holiday arqueó una ceja. "He oído que ni siquiera fue él mismo durante un tiempo". Miranda frunció el ceño. "Te contó lo del canguro, ¿verdad?". "Sí", dijo Holiday, y sus cejas se tensaron. "Y debo decir que estoy muy decepcionada contigo, Miranda" alargó la mano y agarró la de Miranda. "La próxima vez que lo conviertas en algo, hazlo cuando yo esté aquí para disfrutarlo". -Tomado al atardecer

  C.C. Hunter

  Taken, Holiday, Mean

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• Necesito consejo sobre citas. Rápido". Ash arqueó una ceja al oír eso. "Soy un inútil. Nunca he estado en una". Los tres hombres humanos se giraron para mirarle boquiabiertos. "¿Qué?" les preguntó Ash a la defensiva. Nick se echó a reír. "Oh tío, esto no tiene precio. ¿No me digas que el gran Acheron es virgen?". Ash le lanzó una mirada divertida. "Sí, Nick. Soy blanco como la azucena.

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Men, White, Laughing

  Sherrilyn Kenyon (2010). “Night Play”, p.117, Macmillan

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• Para expresar el amor de dos amantes por un matrimonio de dos colores complementarios, su mezcla y su oposición, las vibraciones misteriosas de tonos Kindred. Expresar el pensamiento de una frente por el resplandor de un tono claro sobre un fondo sombrío; expresar la esperanza por alguna estrella, el afán de un alma por el resplandor de una puesta de sol.

  Vincent Van Gogh

  Stars, Sunset, Light

  Letter to brother Theo, from Arles, September 1888.

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• Y tú, que conociste las estrellas y los rayos del sol, autodidacta, autoexplorado, autohonrado, autoseguro, pisaste la tierra sin ser adivinado. ¡Mejor así! Todos los dolores que el espíritu inmortal debe soportar, Todas las debilidades que entorpecen, todas las penas que se inclinan, Encuentran su único discurso en esa frente victoriosa.

  Matthew Arnold

  Stars, Pain, Grief

  Matthew Arnold (1889). “Selected Poems of Matthew Arnold”

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• This girl has the spark of life. This is my primary filter for new friends (girl- and otherwise) and the highest compliment I can pay. I've tried many times to figure out exactly what ignites it -- what cocktail of characteristics come together in the cold, dark cosmos to form a star. I know it's mostly in the face -- not just the eyes, but the brow, the cheeks, the mouth, and the micromuscles that connect them all. Kat's micromuscles are very attractive.

  Robin Sloan

  Girl, Stars, Eye

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• Everything okay?" Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back. Concern pinched his brows. "Yes." I dropped my cell back into my bag. Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.

  J. Lynn

  Cells, Hands, Perfect

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• Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.

  J. Lynn

  Feet, Waiting, Serial Killer

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• He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

  J. Lynn

  Fall, Drunk, Looks

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• Vanidad, ¿verdad?" Nash reapareció en el salón con una bolsa abierta de patatas fritas. "Nomino a mi venerable hermano. Le gusta jugar al héroe, y una mirada a él debería establecer el ángulo de la vanidad". "¡Nash!" No debería haberme sorprendido la indirecta. Pero lo estaba. "¿Qué? Levantó una ceja en señal de desafío. "¿Está bien que me llames celoso, pero no que le llames vanidoso?". "Ser consciente de las evidentes ventajas de uno no implica vanidad", insistió Tod con calma. Nash se volvió contra él. "¿Implica narcisismo?". Tod resopló. "Te lo dice el tipo que tiene más productos para el pelo que su novia.

  Rachel Vincent

  Girlfriend, Brother, Hero

  Rachel Vincent (2014). “Soul Screamers: Volume 4”, p.33, Harlequin

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• Rocket," I said, straightening in the chair. "Donovan was just helping me with my contacts." Donovan raised his brows humorously. Rocket furrowed his. "Did you swallow them?

  Darynda Jones

  Rockets, Helping, Chairs

  Darynda Jones (2012). “Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet”, p.243, Macmillan

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• 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.

  Ovid

  Lying, Eye, Panthers

  Ovid, “Metamorphoses: Book The Third”

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• Las montañas son testimonios de angustia de la naturaleza. Son el grito agudo de una creación que gime y se afana. La severa agonía de la naturaleza se escribe en estas frentes surcadas de piedra sombría. Estos peñascos rotos y astillados son las lúgubres imágenes de la tristeza paciente, que existen sin verdor y severos porque deben existir.

  Harriet Beecher Stowe

  Escritura, agonía, dolor

  Harriet Beecher Stowe (1854). “Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands”, p.300

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