pale

"'The game is on', he said. His face was pale."

"...before whose throne all men tremble and look pale...

"...pale as the lace on her wedding gown.

"A pale gray light on the skirts of the flying tempest displayed the dawn."

"And I beheld a pale horse, and the name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him. "

"'The game is on', he said. His face was pale."

"...before whose throne all men tremble and look pale...

"...pale as the lace on her wedding gown.

"A pale gray light on the skirts of the flying tempest displayed the dawn."

"And I beheld a pale horse, and the name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him. "

"Even if the blazing sun pales in the evening."

"Though your beauty pales them to a blur"

- I'd conceived an image of you, Miss Jeffords... but it pales beside the actuality.

- The failed pales.

- Well, what she brings to this sorority in notoriety pales in comparison to all we're going to have to do to manage our reputation.

"Even if the blazing sun pales in the evening."

"Though your beauty pales them to a blur"

- I'd conceived an image of you, Miss Jeffords... but it pales beside the actuality.

- The failed pales.

- Well, what she brings to this sorority in notoriety pales in comparison to all we're going to have to do to manage our reputation.

"my beauty paled before your radiance"

'Tis the hour of curfew now, "and the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath and paled her brow.

All that paled in comparison to a chance at winning Hal Mason back.

And paled of shock!

But both paled in comparison to what Garry Ball offered up... a real, grown-up, ice-cold beer!

Okay? And I don't wanna slip back into some old, negative habits, that I left behind. Like maiming, and torturing, and paling.

Th-that's a paling...

"my beauty paled before your radiance"

'Tis the hour of curfew now, "and the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath and paled her brow.

All that paled in comparison to a chance at winning Hal Mason back.

And paled of shock!

But both paled in comparison to what Garry Ball offered up... a real, grown-up, ice-cold beer!

Okay? And I don't wanna slip back into some old, negative habits, that I left behind. Like maiming, and torturing, and paling.

Th-that's a paling...