I like to do designs on the side of my face, or cut out foil stickers from the crafts store and put them on my forehead.
those lines on her forehead with a lovely eyes can tale you how much she was a fighter and later on a dreamer for her.
Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
I know that I've got big ears and a big forehead and that my hair sticks up. But I'm happy with myself. I'm not necessarily trying to win a beauty pageant here.
High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.
My make-up artist, she uses bronzer on the eyelids too. And also a little bit on the forehead to make everything look even.
I've worked with a lot of real heavy hitters, and Quentin is maybe heads and shoulders, at least a forehead, above just about anybody I've ever worked with.
We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Argyle Wallace: First, learn to use [taps William's forehead] Argyle Wallace: this. Then I'll teach you to use [lifts the sword] Argyle Wallace: this.
I judge when I need a top-up of Botox by looking in the mirror to see if I can move more than half my forehead.
Her forehead was a maze of anxious little grooves, from a lifetime of wondering about whether everyone within range was OK.
... I have just experienced the most passionate kiss I've ever received from a guy, and it was on the freaking forehead!
I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in. "He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.
You’re stuck with me.” She sniffled. “Promise?” He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
If I had four fingers growing out of my forehead, I wouldn't try to play the piano with my nose.
My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.
You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.
I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left.
