Cheek Quotes
More Cheek Quotes
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
erasmus darwin— Erasmus Darwin, The Botanic Garden, Part II, Canto III, line 459.
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, as seal to this indenture of my love.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, King John (1598), Act II, scene 1, line 19.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.
william wordsworth— Bk. I, l. 1.
"The generals of the two invading armies went over the details of the prearranged line that would mark the two zones of conquest for Germany and Soviet Russia, subsequently to be rearranged one more time in Moscow. The military parade that followed was recorded by Nazi cameras and celebrated in the German newsreel: German and Soviet generals cheek by jowl n military homage to each other's armies and victories."
— Raack, Richard (1995). Stalin's Drive to the West, 1938-1945. Stanford University Press. p. 58. ISBN 0804724156.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
john milton— c.1631 Il Penseroso, l.105-8.
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).
will rogers— 1958 Words for theWind,'I Knew aWoman'.
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses grey, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried byan orphan boy, The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry.
— 1805 The Lay of the Last Minstrel, introduction.
I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.
yann martel— Chapter 73, p. 230
’T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
edward moore— The Gamester (1753), Act iii. Sc. 4.
How can I rest in the days of my slowness?I've become a strange piece of flesh,Nervous and cold, bird-furtive, whiskery,With a cheek soft as a hound's ear.What's left is light as a seed;I need an old crone's knowing.
theodore roethke— "Meditations of an Old Woman: First Meditation," ll. 15-21
O, saw ye the lass wi’ the bonnie blue een?Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen,Her cheek like the rose is, but fresher, I ween,She ’s the loveliest lassie that trips on the green.
— O, saw ye the Lass.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
thomas gray— I. 3, Line 16.
Turning the other cheek is a kind of moral jiu-jitsu.
gerald stanley lee— Book IV, Chapter X.
But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew Iron tears down Pluto’s cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
john milton— Line 105. (Il Penseroso (1631))
If you turn the other cheek, you will get a harder blow on it than you got on the first one. This does not always happen, but it is to be expected, and you ought not to complain if it does happen.
george orwell— "Lear, Tolstoy and the Fool," Polemic (March 1947)
England! Whence came each glowing hue That tints your flag of meteor light, The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise the blue, the red Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
George lunt— George Lunt, answer to Campbell, in Newburyport News (Massachusetts).
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.
Edward Young— Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 511.
Steep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.
Elizabeth Browning— Sleeping and Watching.
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
walter scott— Walter Scott, Rokeby, Canto IV, Stanza 11.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto 's cheek.
john milton— John Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 105
Turning the other cheek is a kind of moral jiu-jitsu.
— Book IV, Chapter X. (Crowds (1913))
The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all; The south-wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek, The nun's, demure and meek, Nor any misses.
edmund clarence stedman— A Madrigal, Stanza 3.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
— Act II, scene 2, line 23.
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
— Act II, scene 4, line 114.
I have serviced no kings , yet I wager that I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank!
— Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (musical), in Sweeney Todd - The Contest Lyrics, Sweets Lyrics,
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act I, scene 5, line 46. (Later editions read: "Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night.").
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in her purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
phoebe cary— Spring Flowers
Anarchism is voluntary cooperation for good , with the right of secession. A Christian anarchist is therefore one who turns the other cheek, overturns the tables of the moneychangers, and does not need a cop to tell him how to behave. A Christian anarchist does not depend upon bullets or ballots to achieve his ideal; he achieves that ideal daily by the One-Man Revolution with which he faces a decadent, confused, and dying world .
— Ammon Hennacy, "Christian Anarchism" in The Book of Ammon (1965)
