I love and honour [Paulus Aemilius, in Plutarch's Lives], for his fondness for his children, which instead of blushing at, he avow...s and glories in: and that at an age, when almost all the heros and great men thought that to make their children and family a secondary concern, was the first proof of their superiority and greatness of soul.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Short is the glory of the blushing rose, The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,... Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sam Spade: You, eh, you aren't exactly the sort of a person you pretend to be, are you? Brigid O'Shaughnessy: Why, I'm not su...re I know exactly what you mean. Spade: The schoolgirl manner. You know, blushing, stammering, and all that. Brigid: I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad. Worse than you can know. Spade: Yeah, well that's good. Because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere. Brigid: I won't be innocent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some people are under the impression that all that is required to make a good fisherman is the ability to tell lies easily and wit...hout blushing; but this is a mistake. Mere bald fabrication is useless; the veriest tyro can manage that. It is in the circumstantial detail, the embellishing touches of probability, the general air of scrupulous--almost of pedantic--veracity, that the experienced angler is seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; today he puts forth... The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought... of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting--more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »