Sweet Freckles Quotes & Sayings

Hard, dangerous, unhealthy work was better performed by slaves than those who were free. Or who thought themselves so. — David Baldacci

Christ is on both sides: he holdeth up, and throweth down, in one and the same act; he denieth the woman to be his, and is on her side to grace her, to believe that he is her's. Christ putteth his child away, and he desireth that his child should not be put away from him; he is for Jacob in his wrestling, and as if he were against him, saith, 'Let me alone.' Christ here doth both hold and draw, oppose and defend at once. — Samuel Rutherford

I'm not one of these people that needs to feel loved. I don't need to see my picture everywhere. — Victoria Beckham

Progress is the mother of problems. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Sebastian smiled lazily as he came to her. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he slid an appraising
glance along her half-clad body. Don't remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most
enchanting places. I already have my favorites ... shall I tell you where they are? — Lisa Kleypas

I wonder if people will ever say, "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring." And they'll say, "Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, m'boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Her freckles were delectable. Most fellows didn't care for freckles as a rule, thinking they were tough-looking. But Betty's were appealing. Like cake batter you could wipe off with your thumb, buttery and sweet. — Katherine Howe

I once had a love who folded secrets between her thighs like napkins
and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.
There was no match for the freckles on her chest,
and no one could mistake them for a field of honeysuckles.
Upon her lips, a thousand lies were spread in sweet gloss.
Her kiss was like a storybook from ancient history.
She was at home with the body of a man inside her, beside her.
At night, when she lay in bed crying,
no one could mistake the tears she wept for a summer shower
She is gone, my love. She was a wanderess, a wildflower. — Roman Payne

I first went there late one afternoon with the fabled Paris photographer Robert Doisneau, who thrived on collecting local color. — Stanley Karnow

Man lives for science as well as bread. — William James

Nasser found himself imagining her, without wanting to: those large green eyes, and freckles, and sweet bow lips. — Kaye Thornbrugh

There's a rebel lying deep in my soul. Anytime anybody tells me the trend is such and such, I go the opposite direction. I hate the idea of trends. I hate imitation; I have a reverence for individuality. — Clint Eastwood