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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?

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

A letter does not blush.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

New York State is upside down and backwards; high taxes and low performance. The New York State government was at one time a national model. Now, unfortunately, it's a national disgrace. Sometimes, the corruption in Albany could even make Boss Tweed blush.

Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.

A girl can tell I like her when I blush or start telling bad jokes.

I am such a strong admirer and supporter of George W. Bush that if he suggested eliminating the income tax or doubling it, I would vote yes on first blush.

The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient.

It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.

The role of Charlie Eppes has changed me. I never imagined I would play a role like this. I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince. The truth is all this talk makes me blush. Me, I look in the mirror and all I see is this Jewish kid from Queens.

At first blush, it seems that the young people who were shot down in the parking lot at the base of Blanket Hill gave up their lives for a dream that died with them.

We blush very, very easily, and we get terrified of audiences.

All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter.

The toute ensemble was such as to make polished society blush, when compared with these savages.

We should often blush for our very best actions, if the world did but see all the motives upon which they were done.

On first blush, Hold 'em seems like a ridiculously simple game.

Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.

One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?