Blushing Quotes

“Blushing is the most peculiar and most human of all expressions.”
― Charles Darwin, The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals

“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess
When did you feel your
most euphoric kiss?
Was I the source
of your greatest bliss?”
― Roman Payne

“Ooh, big day in town for our park warden,” I said. “They’re even making you wear the uniform.
Hayley’s mom will be happy. She thinks you look hot in it.”
Dad turned as red as his hair.
Mom’s laugh floated out from her studio. “Maya Delaney. Leave your father alone.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Gathering

“Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.”
― Roman Payne, Hope and Despair

“Yawns are not the only infectious things out there besides germs.

Giggles can spread from person to person.

So can blushing.

But maybe the most powerful infectious thing is the act of speaking the truth.”
― Vera Nazarian

“I read the title from the cover. ' 'The joy of... crap.' ' I read the rest of the full title of the thick, nondescript volume to myself and felt myself redden.
Noah turned over on to his side and said with mock seriousness, 'I have never read 'The Joy Of Crap'. Sounds disgusting.' I blushed deeper. 'I have, however, read 'The Joy Of Sex.' ' He continued, a smile transforming his face. 'Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“Had she been at all used to blushing, she would have blushed, but she wasn't, so she didn't.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Cocaine Blues

“Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,
let me relive my Love’s memory,
to remember her body, so brave and so free,
and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,
and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,
Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!”
― Roman Payne

“Anna had the faculty of blushing.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“Her cheeks glowed with pink charcoals.”
― Ray Bradbury, From the Dust Returned

“He handed the garments to her, and began to unknot his necktie. "Wait- take this too."
Cassandra's eyes widened as he began on his shirt cuffs. "How much more clothing do you plan to remove?" she asked uneasily.
Tom grinned, not missing the quick, interested flick of her gaze over him. "I'm only rolling up my sleeves." He paused, his hands going to the top button of his collar. "Although if you insist-"
"No," she said quickly, blushing at his teasing. "That's quite enough."
A warm mist had started to spread through the room, sweating the white tiles. Cassandra's skin was turning luminous from the humid air. Little wisps of hair at her forehead had drawn up into delicate curls he longed to play with.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“One thing he'd say about her- she blushed like no one else he'd ever met. Her gorgeous skin went from warm brown to an almost fiery pink. It didn't help that Rico knew she was blushing with her entire body right now. He had loved to chase that blush across her skin.”
― Sonali Dev, Recipe for Persuasion

“Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too, wore his Illyrian armour, Elain's golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders.

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door.

Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face.

Azriel smiled faintly. 'Would you like me to show you the garden?'

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded- just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphons or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, 'Beautiful.'

Colour bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“...certain people have good, ordinary blood and others have an animated, lively sort of blood that comes to the face quickly.”
― Seneca

“Then my cell phone buzzes again. I can’t quite get it out of my pocket because my arm is so bloody. Astley reaches down and pulls it out for me.
“You’re blushing,” he says.
“You just reached in my pocket. It’s kind of intimate.”
He smiles a wicked smile and hands me the phone. “There is candy in here as well.”
“Skittles,” I explain. “I like them.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate

“Behind her freckles, a blush rose to the Object’s face. She was, of course, transfixed by such information. I was speaking into her left ear. The blush spread across her face from that side, as if my words left a visible trace.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“You jumped in your car and drove here from New York on a whim. I don't do much of anything as a whim."
As if needing to prove her wrong- because something inside of him felt as if he did- Max stood up from his stool and walked around to her side of the counter. Slowly and deliberately. Waves of pink began rushing up her neck and he had a gratifying epiphany.
So I'm the cause of that shade.
Although, really, he knew he was the cause of all the shades. But he sure liked that one best.
"I don't know, Hadley. I think it's been a pretty whimsical night."
Her lips curled up in acknowledgement. "This has all been very unlike me. But that doesn't change the fact that down the road, beyond right now-"
He leaned down so they were eye-to-eye and whispered, "Who said anything about beyond right now?”
― Bethany Turner, Hadley Beckett's Next Dish

“Rini moved in to kiss him, but on his cheek. She gave him two pecks on his right cheek and one more on his left, which caused him to blush.

“Three kisses, huh?”

She beamed at him and nodded when she explained, “Fo’ Faith, Hope, an’ Charity.”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“I don't think I blushed once in my entire life before I met you," I say.
"There will be a lot of things your body never did before you met me," he brags unabashedly.”
― Lilly Black, A Jade's Trick

“Miss Clerricot blushes most charmingly and raises a hand to cover a portion of her countenance. It is a shame, this ill-feeling that exists between Miss Clerricot and her face.”
― William Trevor, The Boarding-House

“He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did.
It fascinated him.”
― Megan Crane, SEAL's Honor

“As I increased the levels of the sex hormone dehydroepiandrosterone (DHEA) using supplements, I exhibited a major response to it at 75mg daily. My face felt like it was constantly blushing, even though it was not, and my mental functioning degraded at the same time. I continued to take DHEA and after a few weeks these effects subsided.”
― Steven Magee

“PAUL: You're blushing.
HILDY: I am not.
PAUL: Yeah, right. You're just naturally fuchsia.”
― Vicki Grant, 36 Questions That Changed My Mind About You

“Cu toate că avea o vârstă aproape suficientă ca să îi fie tată lui Elisabeth, nu se putea tăgădui că era chipeș.

I-a luat mâna și a sărutat-o. Toate cuvintele și-au luat zborul din mintea lui Elisabeth asemenea unui stol de porumbei speriați.”
― Margaret Rogerson , Sorcery of Thorns

“Mina ben faller isär och han fyller utrymmet emellan mina lår. Vi pressar våra kroppar hårt emot varandra tills det pulserar i mig, djupt och längtande.”
― Pia Printz, Holiday Romance

“Why couldn't he feel things in secret like other people?”
― Juliette Rose Kerr, To Fill a Jar With Water

“Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Your blush confirms my suspicions. See, I am learning how to use your methods to perform interrogations.”
― Byrd Nash, Delicious Death

“Look not to the past where you were embarrassed, for the most important thing is that those moments are gone, and you are still here.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia

“I want to eat your mouth,” he suddenly says. The feeling suddenly disappears. “What?” His ears twitch. “I’ve seen my brethren do it with their human mates.” “Eat their mouths?” The image isn’t a lovely one in my mind. His tongue slips out a little, just the tip of it, and I am immediately reminded of what we did—how he felt between my thighs. “They enjoy the human custom,” he says. I frown, trying to gather my thoughts. “Oh!” It dawns on me. “Kissing.” I look at him in silence, that strange feeling blooming inside me getting stronger. “You want to kiss me?”
― A.G. Wilde, Cataclysm