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“Confined to common life thy numbers flow, And neither soar too high nor sink too low; There strength and ease in graceful union meet, Though polished, subtle, and though poignant, sweet; Yet powerful to abash the from of crime And crimson error's cheek with sportive rhyme. [Lat., Verba togae sequeris, junctura callidus acri, Ore teres modico, pallentes radere mores Doctus, et ingenuo culpam defigere ludo.]”

Poetry Powerful Common Numbers Crime Sweet Lows Flow Unions Errors Ease Subtle Cheeks Rhyme Soar Confined Polished Poignant Crimson Common Life Sportive

Author:Aulus Persius Flaccus

“If revenge is sweet, why does it leave such a bitter taste? In disarming Peter, Christ disarmed ever knight. Turn the other cheek.”

Ifs Doe Turns Christ Sweet Taste Revenge Bitter Peter Cheeks Knights Disarming Turn The Other Cheek Revenge Is Sweet Bitter Taste

Author:Angela Elwell Hunt

“This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?”

Eye Morning Imagine Sweet Arms Skins Warm Smell Breathing Dry Necks Brown Chests Ancestor Cheeks Scent Closing Cinnamon Closing My Eyes

Author:Shannon Hale

“I will meet you in the dirtiest city you can dream of. We will drink cocktails so sweet they pucker our cheeks, as we perch on cracked leather bar stools. I will buy you plates of calcium and protein and we will run through the streets in excellent danger.”

Dream Running Cities Streets Danger Sweet Drink Bars Excellent Cheeks Plates Leather Cracked Cocktails Protein Stools Calcium

Author:Michelle Tea

“She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.”

Firsts Eye Young Found Enjoy Sides Pleasure Behinds Sweet Listening Pure Singing Angel Rose Delight Warm Flying Pity Golden Plenty Pet Sunshine Cheeks Her Eyes Radiant Larks Greyhounds Wild Roses

Author:Emily Bronte

“Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.”

Source: The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes

“He leaned close, rubbing his bearded cheek against my ear. 'And how about a sweet kiss, now, for the brave lads of the clan MacKenzie? Tulach Ard!' Erin go bragh,' I said rudely, and pushed with all my strength.”

Said Sweet Kissing Ears Brave Cheeks Lad Clans Outlander Erin Sweet Kisses

Book:The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn

Source: The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn

“She reached up and lay her hand on my cheek. "You have the sweetest face," she said, looking at me dreamily. "It's like the perfect kitchen." I fought not to smile. This was the delirium. She'd fade in and out of it before the profound exhaustion dragged her down into unconsciousness. If you see someone spouting nonsense to themselves in an alleyway in Tarbean, odds are they're not actually crazy, just a sweet-eater deranged by too much denner. "A kitchen?" "Yes," she said. "Everything matches and the sugar bowl is right where it should be.”

Ifs Should Said Hands Faces Perfect Too Much Crazy Sweet Lays Profound Kitchen Nonsense Sugar Fades Cheeks Odds Bowls Sweetest Exhaustion Unconsciousness Delirium Deranged Alleyways

Author:Patrick Rothfuss