| Author |
Quotes |
| Abraham Cowley | We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all. |
| Goldoni | The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient. |
| Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere | Innocence is not accustomed to blush. |
| Jean de la Bruyere | Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity. |
| John Gay | The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed. |
| Laertius Diogenes | Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue." |
| Matthew Henry | Blushing is the colour of virtue. |
| Nicholas Rowe | From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring To revel in the roses. |
| Thomas Hood | Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. |
| Thomas Moore | While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought. |
| William Cowper | I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. |
| William R Alger | An Arab, by his earnest gaze, Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes, A smile within his eyelids plays And into words his longing gushes. |
| William Shakespeare | I will go wash, And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no. |
| William Shakespeare | I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus, Which is that god in office, guiding men? |
| William Shakespeare | I have marked A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes, And in her eye there hath appeared a fire To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth. |
| William Shakespeare | Yet will she blush, here be it said, To bear her secrets so bewrayed. |
| William Shakespeare | His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, That two red fires in both faces blazed. She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust, And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed, Her earnest eye did make him more amazed. |
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