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21 " Wharick, on the other hand, remained there with his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited for her to complain about his behavior. " You have no right, Wharick," she said sternly. And there it is, he thought feeling more than pleased that he knew her better than she thought. "
22 " What about you? What are you going to be?” I knew immediately I shouldn’t have asked. His smile faded, and he looked down at his hands in his lap. I’d about had enough of tiptoeing around his illness. “How do you expect God to heal you if you don’t even believe it?” I spoke firmly to make sure my own heart got the message as well. “I believe that you, Matthew Doyle, are going to be fine someday. So when I ask you what you want to do with your life, I ask cause I know you’re going to have a life! I’m tired of all this moping around waiting to die malarkey.” He raised his eyebrows and pushed himself forward in the chair. “I know what you believe, Ruby. You been saying it since the day you got here. And I ain’t getting any better. You’re just putting me in a position of disappointing you, and I can’t hardly stand that. Don’t you think I want a life?” “I don’t know. Do you?” “Of course I do! "
23 " There’s something in my voice that brings him back to me, overrides his buzz. ‘Gaby’—all traces of playfulness have gone—‘if anything ever happens to me, you’ll be fine. You’re strong enough to look after yourself. I hate to admit it, but you don’t need me. Never did.’ A smile. ‘But listen, nothing is going to happen today. It’s all good.’‘Jude, we’re high enough up to get a nose bleed.’‘So come with me.’I blink. ‘Fuck off.’‘I mean it. We can do this together.’ He raises his eyebrows at the girl who checked his harness. She nods.I risk looking over the side. There’s a river far beneath us. So far down we can’t hear it. My entire body goes numb.‘You’ve got about thirty seconds and then I’m going on my own.’What a choice: watch my brother jump out of this car or put aside my own fear and go with him. Share the recklessness. Why didn’t we go to Paris? We’d be arguing over where to buy cheese right now.Adrenaline begins to burn through me. ‘Screw it.’Jude breaks into a wide smile. ‘Seriously?’I glance at the yawning space beneath us. ‘Hurry up before I change my mind. "
― Paula Weston , Haze (The Rephaim, #2)
24 " Do you know why the lotus is one of my favorite flowers?" I cocked my head to one side so I could see his expression. He shook his head. " This beautiful flower lives in the most vile, muddy water of swamps and bogs," I said and rubbed the smooth metal of the pendant between my fingers. He frowned. " No, seriously... the grosser the environment, the better," I said. " So let me get this straight. You like a flower that lives in disgusting places?" One of his eyebrows rose. " That ain't right." " No, I love this flower," I corrected. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, " Seriously?" " What?" You don't believe me?" " Sure, I believe you. It's just weird." " I'll tell you why, but only if you promise not to laugh," I said. He nodded. Taking a cleansing breath, I rested my head against the seat, closed my eyes, and took that scary first step. " This flower stays in the mud and muck all night long." I peeked at him without moving my head. His face had become set in the smooth lines of one who listens intently. " Then, at sunrise, it climbs toward the light and opens into a pristine bloom. After the sun goes down, the bloom sinks into the mire. Even though it spends the whole night underwater, the flower emerges every morning as beautiful as the day before." Smiling, I swiveled in my seat to face him. " I love this flower because it reminds me that we get second chances every day, no matter what muck life drags us through. "
25 " Tate and Marty exchanged indignant looks. Tate pointed to the kitchen door behind Marty, then hooked a thumb at the back door and gave Marty a nod. Before Mel could figure out what they were up to, they were both lying on the floor of the kitchen, blocking the exits. “What is this? Occupy Fairy Tale Cupcakes?!” Angie asked. “What do you think you’re doing?” “We’re in protest mode.” Tate said. “We’re going to limp and we’re going to lie here until you agree to let us come along.” “Are you kidding me?” Mel asked. “What if I don’t give in? Are you going to hold your breath until you turn blue?” She watched Tate lift his head and look at Marty. He raised his eyebrows in silent question, and Marty gave him a small nod. “Thanks for the idea,” The kitchen door slammed into his side, and Marty grunted but still held his ground. The kitchen door didn’t budge. “Hey, the door is stuck,” Oz yelled from the other side. "
― Jenn McKinlay , Red Velvet Revenge (Cupcake Bakery Mystery, #4)
26 " Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal." There's nothing to say." He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. " Why did you kiss me? "
27 " And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours. "
― Ophelia London , Falling for Her Soldier (Perfect Kisses, #3)
28 " The Doktor was an old man. When he was a kid, his Dad bought him a chemistry set. He never played with silly putty like the other kids. The first time he lost his eyebrows he was only five. "
― Christina Engela , Bang, Splat!
29 " Dantes had entered the Chateau d’If with the round, open, smiling face of a young and happy man, with whom the earlypaths of life have been smooth. and who anticipates a future corresponding with his past. This was now all changed. The oval face was lengthened, his smiling mouth had assumed the firm and markedlines which betoken resolution; his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed with thought; his eyes were full of melancholy, and from their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of misanthropy and hatred; his complexion, so long kept from the sun, had now that pale color which produces, when the features are encircled with black hair, the aristocratic beauty of the man of the north; the profound learning he had acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined intellectual expression; and he had also acquired, being naturally of a goodly stature, that vigor which a frame possesses which has so long concentrated all its force within itself. "
― Alexandre Dumas , The Count of Monte Cristo
30 " Her sleep was enlivened by several dreams. One where Professor Wanstead's bushy eyebrows fell off because they were not his own eyebrows, but false ones. As she woke again, her first impression was that which often follows dreams, a belief that the dream in question had solved everything. 'Of course,' she thought, 'of course!' His eyebrows were false and that solved the whole thing. He was the criminal. "
― Agatha Christie
31 " I want to marry his smile, and if his smile is already married to someone else, then I want to marry his eyebrows and eyes. They're remarkable. Nobody's ever made better use of his or her eyes or eyebrows as a rapper than Kurtis Blow. "
― , The Rap Year Book: The Most Important Rap Song From Every Year Since 1979, Discussed, Debated, and Deconstructed
32 " Where did you grow up?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. " Who says I've grown up? "
33 " You smell salty," he says. " Like the ocean." He leans closer to me and licks up the side of my face. " You taste salty too. Maybe I should grab a bottle of tequila and we should have some fun." He moves his eyebrows up and down. " What do you say? We'll do some shots and I'll lick you all over. "
34 " I should say no to prove a point" , He said, his eyebrows pulled together. " But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again" - Travis "
35 " Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up." You got lucky," I "
36 " Right! Let's get on with it! All right... you... Will... have trained as apprentice to Ranger Halt of Redmont Fief these last five twelvemonths and blah blah blah and so on and so on. You've shown the necessary level of proficiency in the use of the weapons a Ranger uses- the longbow, the saxe knife, the throwing knife." He paused and glanced up Halt. " He has shown the proficiency, hasn't he? Of course he has," he went on, before Halt could answer. " Furthermore, you are a trusted officer in the service of the King and so on and so on and hi diddle diddle dee dee..." He glanced up again. " These forms really do carry on a bit, don't they? But I have to make a pretense of reading them. And so forth and so on and such like." He paused, nodded several times, then continued." So basically..." He flicked a few more pages, found the one he was after and then continued, " You are in all ways ready to assume the position and authority of a fully operational Ranger in the Kingdom of Araluen. Correct?" He glanced up again, his eyebrows raised. Will realized he was waiting for an answer." Correct," he said hastily, then in case that wasn't enough, he added, " Yes. I mean... I do... I am. Yes." " Well, good for you. "
37 " The Rangers were founded over one hundred and fifty years ago, in King Herbert's reign. Do you know anything about him?" Halt looked sideways at the boy sitting beside him, tossing the question out quickly to see his response. Will hesitated. He vaugely remembered the name from history lessons in the Ward, but he couldn't remember any details. Still, he decided he'd try to bluff his way through it..." Oh ... yes," he said, " King Herbert. We learned about him." " Really?" said the Ranger expansively. " Perhaps you could tell me a little about him?" He leaned back and crossed his legs, getting himself comfortable..." He was ..." he hesitated, pretending to gather his thoughts. " The king." That much he was sure of. Halt merely smiled and made a rolling gesture with his hand that meant go on. " He was the king ... a hundred and fifty years ago," Will said, trying to sound certain of his facts. The Ranger smiled at him, gesturing for him to continue yet again. " Ummm ... well, I seem to recall that he was the one who founded the Ranger Corps," he said hopefully, and Halt raised his eyebrows in mock surprise." Really? You recall that, do you? "
38 " Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. “I’ve given you inspiration. Now you’re thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit––all those dark tombs.”You. I was thinking about you. His eyebrows rise. “Huh? Me?”Fluorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud. " I mean," I stutter, " I was thinking about…unimolecular reactions. "
39 " She again patted the ground beside her. " Now come. Sit beside me. I will play with your cock while we eat." Elina hadn't even finished chewing the second bite of her food before the dragon suddenly dove into place next to her. A smile on his handsome face, his eyebrows wiggling in anticipation.He was adorably pathetic." Take care of your horse first, Dolt." " Take care of him?" " He cannot spend the all night wearing saddle and equipment." " Aye, but..." " I am not going anywhere. My hands will still be here to play with cock when you get back." " Promise? "
40 " Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. “Blowfish, did you say?”" Ah, no. Blofis, actually.”" Oh, I see,” Poseidon said. “A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.”" Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.”" Yes, I like it. I’ve gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.”" Like the god of the sea.”" Very much like that, yes. "