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201. "Bal," she whispered, her forehead resting against his chest as the seconds counted away. "The only power I'd wish for is the power to turn back time."
Author: Alison Sinclair
202. "He keeps doing that." "What?" She laughs. "Kissing your forehead." "Yeah . . . he does." I can't stop my grin. "Does it bother you? I can hear your smile, you know." "Not really. It doesn't, like, mean anything. It's just . . . it's Ryker."
Author: Andrea Randall
203. "Jaenelle tried to smile. "They won't find their way through the maze. Not this maze, anyway." Then she looked sadly at Daemon's gaunt, bruised body and gently brushed the long, dirty, tangled black hair off his forehead. "Ah, Daemon. I had gotten used to thinking of my body as a weapon that was used against me. I'd forgotten that it's also a gift. If it's not too late, I'll do better. I promise." Jaenelle placed her transparent hands on either side of Daemon's head. She closed her eyes. The Black Jewel glowed. Listening to the Hayllian guards thrashing around somewhere in the maze, Surreal sank to the ground and settled down to wait. *Daemon.* The island slowly sank into the sea of blood. He curled up in the center of the pulpy ground while the word sharks circled, waiting for him. *Daemon."
Author: Anne Bishop
204. "I am the saint at prayer on the terrace like the peaceful beasts that graze down to the sea of Palestine.I am the scholar of the dark armchair. Branches and rain hurl themselves at the windows of my library.I am the pedestrian of the highroad by way of the dwarf woods; the roar of the sluices drowns my steps. I can see for a long time the melancholy wash of the setting sun.I might well be the child abandoned on the jetty on its way to the high seas, the little farm boy following the lane, its forehead touching the sky.The paths are rough. The hillocks are covered with broom. The air is motionless. How far away are the birds and the springs! It can only be the end of the world ahead."
Author: Arthur Rimbaud
205. "But still, I'd be darned if I was going to be one of those Americans who stomp around Italy barking commands in ever-louder English. I was going to be one of those Americans who traversed Italy with my forehead knit in concentration, divining wordsw from their Latin roots and answering by wedging French cognates into Italian pronunciations spliced onto a standard Spanish verb conjugation."
Author: Barbara Kingsolver
206. "As Rosa rolled the hard boiled egg across my forehead I wasn't as disturbed as you might think, even though I was sitting on a plastic table in a five star hotel bathroom in my underwear, being chattered at in Spanish by a lady I'd met only the day before in the herb and flower market. The truth is, I've probably done stranger things in hotel bathrooms."
Author: Becky Wicks
207. "Through his pierced brain the breezes sang Will you drop dead you pig of a sell-out But from the sky as black as the forehead of his fathers no crayfish came to the aid of his lobsters"
Author: Benjamin Péret
208. "Adam touched his face, and Nick froze. His fingers were warm, gentle, and Nick wanted to freeze time.Then Adam said, "I'm an idiot. I should have gotten you some ice."And his fingers were gone, and Nick was sitting there practically breathless with wanting him back.One touch, and he was going to pieces. He wanted to slam his forehead on this table."
Author: Brigid Kemmerer
209. "Did you finish yours, Kota?""Working on it now, Actually.""How's it going?"He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor.""Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked."No.""Does someone die?""Not in the story, technically.""What does he do?""He performs an autopsy."
Author: C.L. Stone
210. "...The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled. It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes. The hands of the man who sawed the wood, left red marks on the billets; and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby, was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees—BLOOD."
Author: Charles Dickens
211. "I know. And I'm not saying that this going to make up for it. I'm going to try, really try, to make you trust me again. I want you to trust me again. I want you to trust me. I just...I couldn't sleep last night without you. It was the strangest thing, being in the room alone without you. I couldn't hear you breathing, and your laughter was gone and you were gone, and it was like a part of my life was missing. A big part. I tripped going to the bathroom and banged my head. See?" HE pointed to a lovely gash on his forehead. "And then I burned my habd on the toaster oven. And then the car wouldn't start."
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron
212. "It's a strange feeling, when you hear a good piece of music. It starts out kind of shaky, this hot, heavy knot in your chest. At first it's tiny, like a spot of light in a dark room, but then it builds, pouring through you. And the next thing you know, everything from your forehead down to your fingers and toes is on fire. You feel like the hot, heavy knot in your chest is turning into a bubble. It's full of everything good in the world, and if you don't do something--if you don't run or dance or shout to everyone in the world about this music you've just heard--it'll explode."
Author: Claire Legrand
213. "Deep spirit scanning," Eisfanger says. His voice has a strange resonance to it, like I'm hearing him through a bad phone connection. "Don't worry, it's completely safe. Well, mostly.""Mostly?""Side effects have been documented," he admits. "In a very small percentage of cases. Less than two percent.""What kind of side effects?" Suddenly I'm feeling nauseous. Feels like the ants are crawling around inside me now, which is exactly as disturbing as it sounds."Memory loss. Synesthesia. And occasionally … vestigial growths.""So I could forget my own name, start smelling purple everywhere and have an extra nipple sprout from my forehead?"
Author: D.D. Barant
214. "A flipped fork flicked my forehead."
Author: Dean Koontz
215. "Boom, baby. How you like me now?" Beckett wanted to stroke her hair, but it was a knotty, bloody mess. He felt proud. She laughed. "Pretty damn good, I'll give you that." "I love your laugh. I need more of it." He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead."
Author: Debra Anastasia
216. "Kyle, I was so afraid." Cole lifted his head from the comfort of her bosom to see her face again.She smoothed back his wild, knotted hair. "It's you. It's you. It's you."A crowd in the doorway interrupted their loving revelation. Nurse Susan stormed into the room.Cole ignored them all and kissed Kyle's sleepy lips. "I love you, Kyle. Thank you for being alive. They didn't hurt you, did they?"Kyle sighed. "They hurt me so much when they took you, Cole. That's the worst pain on earth. The worst." Kyle kissed his forehead and ran her hands over his back. "I'm your shadow. I love you too."
Author: Debra Anastasia
217. "Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts."
Author: Emlyn Chand
218. "She had watched other women with infants and eventually understood what she craved: the boundless permission-no, the absolute necessity- to hold and kiss and stroke this tiny person. Cradling a swaddled infant in their arms, mothers would distractedly touch their lips to their babies' foreheads. Passing their toddlers in a hall, mothers would tousle their hair even sweep them up in their arms and kiss them hard along their chins and necks until the children squealed with glee. Where else in life, Mabel wondered, could a woman love so openly and with such abandon?"
Author: Eowyn Ivey
219. "My CountryI don't have any caps left made back homeNor any shoes that trod your roadsI've worn out your last shirt quite long agoIt was of Sile clothNow you only remain in the whiteness of my hairIntact in my heartNow you only remain in the whiteness of my hairIn the lines of my foreheadMy country-Nazim Hikmet"
Author: Fatima Bhutto
220. "She told him that she had looked after him because of the white hairs on his forehead that grew into the shape of a star. Sometimes you see that someone is marked and you're helpless after that - you love."
Author: Helen Oyeyemi
221. "For though consciences are as unlike as foreheads, every intelligence, not including the Scriptural devils who "believe and tremble" has one."
Author: Herman Melville
222. "Instant Reading. A certain famous Fakir was claiming in the village that he could teach an illiterate person to read by a lightning technique. Nasrudin stepped out of the crowd: 'Very well, teach me – now.' The Fakir touched the Mulla's forehead, and said: 'Now go home immediately and read a book.' Half an our later Nasrudin was back in the market-place, clutching a book. The Fakir had gone on his way. 'Can you read now, Mulla?' the people asked him. 'Yes, I can read – but that is not the point. Where is that charlatan?' 'How can he be a charlatan if he has caused you to read without learning?' 'Because this book, which is authoritative, says: "All Fakirs are frauds"."
Author: Idries Shah
223. "She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all."
Author: J.D. Salinger
224. "My forehead is starting to get wrinkled, but you'd hardly notice it because all the wrinkles in my shirt would distract your attention from my face."
Author: Jarod Kintz
225. "I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down."
Author: Jessica Sorensen
226. "Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it."
Author: Jodi Picoult
227. "The man-nurse was his age and had sleepy eyes with dark circles under them, and a jutting Cro-Magnon forehead. His name tag said, improbably, BIBLO. He had a spaceship tattooed on one hairy forearm: Serenity from the TV show Firefly."'I am a leaf on the wind,'" Lou said, and the man-nurse said, "Dude, don't say that. I don't want to start crying on the job."
Author: Joe Hill
228. "Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood."
Author: John Osborne
229. "He suddenly leaned in, and his fingers brushed my cheek. Warmth flooded my skin, and I frozen, waiting for him to pull back. He didnt. The tips of his fingers lingered on my cheek for a moment. Then, very slowly, his hand slipped forward, the palm brushing my skin. Frozen, I stared at him, watching his face as his fingers moved from my cheek to my forehead to my chin, like a blind man tracing someone's features to see them in his mind. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered."
Author: Julie Kagawa
230. "Current relationship status?" Her voice cut like an arctic chill blowing through the room."If you mean me, then you're not my type. If you mean my dad, he's single, but I don't think you're his type either," I said with a small smile. Mercy didn't find it amusing. A small blue vein in her forehead started throbbing like crazy...."Actually, come to think of it, I don't think he has a type. I've never seen him with a woman.Mercy, I hate to break it to you, but there's a very real possibility my dad is gay."
Author: Jus Accardo
231. "View your life with KINDSIGHT. Stop beating yourself up about things from your past. Instead of slapping your forehead and asking, "What was I thinking," breathe and ask yourself the kinder question, "What was I learning?"
Author: Karen Salmansohn
232. "We did it!" I said, feeling limp with relief. "It actually worked!"Dr. Turgenev rubbed his forehead. "I had very big doubts.""Big doubts?" I said weakly.The Russian scientist shrugged. "I am pessimist," he said."
Author: Kenneth Oppel
233. "I've already seen what you've got," Liz said, completely out of patience. "Now gimme my wine.""It's not that. I want to show you something at my place."Do I have Idiot stamped on my forehead? They both knew what would happen if they were alone at his place.She leaped to grab the wine and some sloshed out on her head. "Ah!"He bit back a smile. "You shouldn't have done that."
Author: Kylie Gilmore
234. "When?" Sam had asked after their last session, his breath hot against her mouth, a dangerous flare of heat in his eyes. "I don't know," Lucy had said weakly, shivering as his hands stroked her back and hips. "Not until I can be sure of myself.""Let me have you," he had whispered, resting his forehead on hers. "Let me make love to you all night. I want to wake up with you again. Just tell me what you need, Lucy, and I'll do it." -Sam to Lucy (Rainshadow Road)"
Author: Lisa Kleypas
235. "I looked into Blake's eyes, remembering my lost marble and thinking that even though it was gone forever, there could be another match out there. There might be another guy who would kiss my forehead, a guy who was just as sweet as strong enough to choose me over everybody else"
Author: Lorraine Zago Rosenthal
236. "Lucern felt himself "She called my erections wonderful?" Entienne just gaped, then raised a fist to knock on his brother's forehead as if it were a door "Hello! Earth calling Luc! She thinks it's rigor mortis."
Author: Lynsay Sands
237. "Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this."
Author: M.F. Moonzajer
238. "Your mother holds you skin on skin and when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear stained cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin. You make love, skin on skin with a man you love, a beautiful man. And then, if you're lucky your own baby will enter this world and you'll hold her skin on skin, feed her with your body skin on skin. It's a magical thing."
Author: Madeline Sheehan
239. "Usually, writing lyrics for me is like bleeding drop by drop from the forehead."
Author: Matt Berninger
240. "His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning."
Author: Megan Whalen Turner
241. "His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon one whose whole nature was the contradiction of his own. He knew that behind her simplicity was something he could never have. Something he despised as impractical. Something which would never carry her to power or riches, but would retard her progress and keep her apart in a world of her own make-believe. To win her favour he must talk in her own language."
Author: Mervyn Peake
242. "She was only a breath away from his mouth and looked into those fierce gray eyes of his with all her heart and determination. "I'm not going to stop. Only if you tell me, honestly and convincingly, that you don't want this. Not because of my soul but because of yours." "Lillian." He bumped his forehead against hers as he tried to breathe calmly, as he tried to resist. The problem was his heart wasn't calm at all. Lillian could feel it beating a tattoo against his ribs. "I've already lost my soul. And heart. To you. The moment you grew your wings for the first time and called me a bastard."
Author: Natalie Herzer
243. "The honest ratepayer and his healthy family have no doubt often mocked at the dome-like forehead of the philosopher, and laughed over the strange perspective of the landscape that lies beneath him. If they really knew who he was, they would tremble. For Chuang Tsu spent his life in preaching the great creed of Inaction, and in pointing out the uselessness of all things."
Author: Oscar Wilde
244. "You saved me," he whispered into the sheet, his forehead still pressed against Bryan's arm. "You saved me, and I didn't save you."
Author: Priscilla Glenn
245. "I noticed him right away. No, it wasn't his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn't the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn't saunter. He didn't amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure."
Author: Priya Ardis
246. "Didn't need to see your aura." He tapped my forehead. "You get a cute little frown there whenyou've got something bothering you.""Not everything about me is cute.""That's true. Some things are cute. The rest are sexy." His voice was low as he leaned towardme. "So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it's a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever thinkabout is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feelwhen I—""Adrian," I interrupted.His eyes smoldered. "Yes?""Shut up."
Author: Richelle Mead
247. "I had gone away from Twitter because before people had been so mean to me. Talking about my lisp and my enormous forehead and all these things. I do have a lisp, I do have a forehead I know you could land a plane on, it's no mystery to me. I just didn't have the skin for it."
Author: Sarah Paulson
248. "He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite."
Author: Shannon Hale
249. "(Stoner stepped into view and put the barrel of his 9 mm H&K against the man's forehead.)Drop it. They can patch a knife would, but I doubt we'll find all the pieces to put your brain back together. (Stoner)"
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
250. "It was time to panic, Scotty thought. The only thing she could think of was to faint.Scotty had never fainted before, not even in the worst moments of her life, but she was so frightened that very little acting was required. She simply placed a hand on her forehead, then crumpled in sections at Bo's feet like an elongated sack of oranges.Bo's inexperience with fainting apparently matched Scotty's, because he reacted as if she had taken an arrow to the chest."
Author: Stuart Woods

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I have this weird sort of Gemini thing where I can really be empathetic and a loving person. But if you piss me off, I can be one of the meanest, most sadistic people."
Author: Bill Burr

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