When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me Every freckle on my face is where it’s suppose to be And I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me My feet, my thighs, my Lips, my eyes, I’m loving what I see— India.Arie
Cheerful Freckles quotations
Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.
It'd be the thrill of anyone's bull riding career to ride Red Rock.
Like when Freckles Brown rode Tornado.
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
I had so many freckles that my mother used to say that they were kisses from the angels. I still have them.
You were created as a masterpiece and you are one of God's expressions of beauty. Short, tall, thin, thick, freckles, big eyes, small ones . . . it doesn't matter.
If you're asking whether I intentionally mess up my hair, no, I don't.
And certain things, like my freckles, they're just there. I don't do anything consciously. I suppose I could get contact lenses. I suppose I could comb my hair more often.
I thought of Paris as a beauty spot on the face of the earth, and of London as a big freckle.
And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II.
I like to talk. I'm a terrible dancer. I love my hometown. I have freckles and oversized ears. I'm a geeks. I have tried not to hide who I am or what matters to me.
If envy is red and doubt is black then happiness is brown.
I looked from the little brown stone to the tiny brown freckle to her huge brown eyes.
I don't wear base, as I don't like to cover up my freckles, but I couldn't live without YSL Touche Eclat for hiding my under-eye circles. I love the smoky-eye look, so I use Dior's 5-Colour Eyeshadow in Night Dust and lashings of mascara. I finish with a dash of bronzer for a healthy glow.
I like subversive humor, freckles, women's knees and long hair, the laughter of playing children, and a girl running down the street.
There are some weaknesses that are peculiar and distinctive to generous characters, as freckles are to a fair skin.
I was a homely kid with freckles that came out every spring and stuck on me till Christmas.
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.
I wasn't always black... There was this freckle, and it got bigger and bigger.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots.
But it’s still the eyes we look at, isn’t it? That’s where we found the other person, and find them still.
My face hasn't matured as I've grown up, and neither has my sense of humour.
In the mirror, I see an older version of myself as a child, although I do have more wrinkles and freckles.
If I have one thing perfect, it's my eyebrows.
And my feet. I love my feet. They're like Japanese feet. The rest I would like to hide. Especially my freckles. I feel ridiculous.
A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign.
I was inspired by Colin Farrell in the fact that he's Irish and has freckles but with black hair. I'm a bunch of different things, Irish Polish, Native American, and French, but I wanted to tap into that Irish side and be freckle-y with black hair, so that's what I did.
I'm not the stereotypical blonde vixen girl but rather the blonde freckled girl from Kentucky.
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.
On the beach, I'm definitely team natural.
I mean, a good tan when the freckles are popping and some saltwater hair, I think that's super hot. So, I'm all about the natural on the beach.
Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .
She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.
I love animals to the extent that my home is my dog's home! Which means that nothing is too good for my Freckles-chairs, couches, beds. But I do draw the line on chipmunks nibbling at my table linens, bedding, blankets, etc.
Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
I'm shorter, I don't have as many freckles as Ron, and I can't do magic.
The truth is, no man is white and no man is black. We are all freckled.
I don't see myself as beautiful. I was a kid who was freckle-faced, and they used to call me 'hay head.'