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“I want to get to know every freckle and every curve on a personal level.��

“I think you did that last night.��

“Nah.�� He shook his head. “That was just a meet and greet. I want to know their hopes and dreams.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Origin

“Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.”
― Nikita Gill

“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.”
― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe

“As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit.
“And what’s that supposed to be?�� he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way.
�� ’Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now —��
“Watch who you’re calling gruesome!�� said Ron, his ears turning red.
“The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels�� eyes —��
“I have not got spattergroit!��
“But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master —��
“They’re freckles!�� said Ron furiously.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“My head's higher than his, but we're close enough that I can see the freckles beneath his eyes. If I had to pick a favorite part of Percy's face - which would be impossible, really, but if held at gunpoint and forced to make a selection - it would be that small star-map across his skin. A part of him it feels as though no one else but me is ever close enough to see.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue

“Had she been born 500 years sooner, Raphael would have chosen her as a model for his cherubs. Tendrils of bright red hair framed her face, a spray of freckles powdered her nose, and she was as plump as a perfectly ripened peach. Raphael probably would have painted out the freckles, and that would have been a mistake. Like brushing cinnamon off cinnamon toast.”
― E. L. Konigsburg

“In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.”
― Alexis Hall, Waiting for the Flood

“Hellish goosebumps flash up my back, ripping, like tiny molecular machetes beneath the skin. As a redhead my face has no ability to hide fear.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“At seventeen, he has grown tall, towering over me, lithe and finely muscled. His hair catches the moonlight, warm gold threaded with platinum, bangs parting around small goat horns, eyes of shocking amber, and a constellation of freckles across his nose. He has a trickster's mouth and the swagger of someone used to people doing what he wanted.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“With her wild red hair draped around her pallid visage, she could easily be mistaken for a nymph from a Pre-Raphaelite painting. But then again, those nymphs were rarely hung-over or quite such a freckled, busty little thing.”
― Renate Linnenkoper, Exogenesis

“My poor Eunice looked so tired when she huffed off the bus with her many bags that I nearly tackled her in a rejuvenating embrace, but I was careful not to make a scene, waving my roses and champagne at the armed men to prove that I had enough Credit to afford Retail, and then kissed her passionately on one cheek (she smelled of flight and moisturizer), then on the straight, thin, oddly non-Asian nose, then the other cheek, then back to the nose, then once more the first cheek, following the curve of freckles backward and forward, marking her nose like a bridge to be crossed twice. The champagne bottle fell out of my hands, but, whatever futuristic garbage it was made of, it didn't break.”
― Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story

“Liver spots are mature freckles..”
― kjforce

“Rosina is one of that red-haired tribe which is even more repulsive in its physical characteristics than the others; the men are pigeon-chested and have long, skinny necks with protuberant Adam's apples. Everything about them is freckled, and their whole life through they suffer the torments of lust, these men, and fight an unending, losing battle against their desires, on the rack of a constant, loathsome fear for their health.”
― Gustav Meyrink, The Golem

“What happened to your freckles?" he demanded. "Where are they?"
His wife looked vastly pleased with herself. "Sylvia and I went to visit a celebrated Parisian cosmetician. She gave me a sp-special cream for my complexion."
Sebastian was genuinely appalled. "You know how I loved those freckles."
"They'll come back by summer."
"This is an international outrage. I'm going to lodge a formal complaint with the embassy. There may be war, Evie." He took her face in his hands and gently tilted it this way and that, finding nothing but smooth, creamy whiteness. "Look what they've done to you," he grumbled.
Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement. "I may have a few left," she confided.
"Where?"
"You can look for them later," she said primly.
"I must have proof. Show me now." He tugged her toward the upholstered chaise, while she resisted with a burst of giggles.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“It’s home, isn’t it. The seemingly invisible things that go right to your soul.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“Freckles, scars, hair and flesh, why do so many see it as a mess? Frightened we try to hide from it all, why can't we embrace it and love it all?”
― Etheria Divine

“We have much to talk about, love." Deliberately he tugged at the ends of the lace scarf that had been tucked into her bodice. "But first, about those freckles...”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“And the white guy, I just barely got a look at him. They all sort of look alike anyway. All I notice is freckles and sunburn.”
― Tony Hillerman, A Thief of Time

“was in everyday attire with sand-colored jeans and a denim-blue buttoned-down shirt with his lean muscles defined underneath and exposed with his rolled-up sleeves. His tannish skin was peppered with freckles and he was bestowed with a natural rouge on his face; matched with his dry wavy dirty blonde hair he looked like a scarecrow that had given up the farm in favor of greener racing pastures.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“When you’re happy, even the things you hate can become the things you love.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. It means the people you spend the most time with shape who you are.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“I don’t correct him, I don’t have the energy to keep soothing his ego and unravelling knotted sensitivities.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“I mean, why else would you be looking for motivational quotes. You want to be guided.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“After I’ve pressed the snooze button, I just lie there. I can’t move. I don’t want to move. My head is heavy and my body is weary. I’m physically and mentally drained. I want to stay in bed all day. I want to hide from the world. I want it to leave me alone. I’m trying, I really am, to get my shit together.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“Are you okay. Three little words. When is the last time somebody asked me that. I can’t remember.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“You’re the last person in the world I’d want to hurt.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Freckles

“Paint speckled her skin like a colourful constellation of freckles.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“your mouth corrupts me
protests time
i found religion in those freckles
& became a pilgrim
your infinite hands
just so
meant for worship
come,
absolve me
make me light, light”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If I stayed, I think I'd find myself obsessed with trying to count just how many freckles you have.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember

“Thirty-six.'

My eyes fluttered open. 'What?'

'Freckles,' he said, his cheeks... pinker than usual. 'You have thirty-six of them on your face.'

That strange, whirring sensation surged through my chest. 'You actually counted them?'

'I did,' Ash rocked back. 'I did the first day you were here. I counted them again to make sure I was correct. I was.' He fixed the loosened tie of my robe. 'I really hope there's no doubt left when it comes to my interest in you.'

'There's not.'

'Good.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember