A high-brow is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.
I look around me and nowhere do I see a stamp of disapproval with which nature marked a woman's candid brow.
The spirit should never grow old.
I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.
I've never had my brows done - I tweeze them myself. I used to watch my mom pluck her brows, that's how I learned.
If wrinkles must be written on our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.
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. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?
Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
It used to bother me - having bigger, fuller brows. I even plucked them once so I'd fit in, but I hated them and couldn't wait for them to grow back. Now I embrace them. I realized the quirky things that make you different are what make you beautiful.
They may be a little more high brow than we are.
Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow.
I've never been able to feel that there is anything undignified about making your living by the sweat of your brow.
He is not dead who departs from life with a high and noble fame; but he is dead, even while living, whose brow is branded with infamy.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
In the decline of the day, near Kentucky river, as we ascended the brow of a small hill, a number of Indians rushed out of a thick cane-brake upon us, and made us prisoners.
Justice is an unassailable fortress, built on the brow of a mountain which cannot be overthrown by the violence of torrents, nor demolished by the force of armies.
I've realized the quirky things that make you different are what make you beautiful.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
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