“They stood brow to brow, brown to white, black to black, he supporting her elbows, she playing her limp light fingers over his collarbone, and how he "ladored,"he said, the dark aroma of her hair blending with crushed lily stalks, Turkish cigarettes and the lassitude that comes from "lass." "No, no, don't," she said, I must wash, quick-quick, Ada must wash; but for yet another immortal moment they stood embraced in the hushed avenue, enjoying as they had never enjoyed before, the "happy-forever" feeling at the end of never-ending fairy tales.” SaidEndsMomentsFeelingsLightEnjoyBlackDarkWhiteForeverHairFingersTalesEnjoyedFairyBrownImmortalFairy TaleCigaretteAvenuesCrushedLiliesBrowsStalkingNever EndingElbowsTurkishAromaAda Author:Vladimir Mayakovsky
“I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.” WritingLightFacesFallLeftRoomsHairArmsBrownSilverPencilsWristsElbowsLeft HandLeft HandedBrown HairLeft Handers Author:Sara Gruen
“Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?” PersonsCountryCertainSidesBehindsStreetsCarHairAdvantageStandingTouchedCheeksWetBehind YouConstellationsElbowsWet Hair Book:Man Walks Into a Room Source: Man Walks Into a Room
“I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.” FirstsChildrenLittlesCoursesNamesWhiteHairTablesAwfulReachingMakeupReach OutDeliveryRadiantElbowsOrdealsNo Makeup Book:the bell jar Source: the bell jar