Quotes About Kiss

She leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips. It was just a peck, but a peck on the lips was not just a peck. 'What was that for?' I asked. I could just about see her smile in the moonlight. It wasn't a flirtatious smile. It was a plain, matter-of-fact one. 'For you to have something else to occupy your mind.

How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music.  How to feel time: write. How to release time: breathe.

The only reason I am still in this life is because of you . . .' She lunged forward and kissed him.

A lawful kiss is never worth a stolen one.

Das schönste an einem Kuß ist jawohl, daß er nicht siebzig Jahre dauert. Es stelle sich jeder mal vor, er würde noch heute im Rachen dessen wühlen, den er als erstes küßte!

De ta petite oreille j'oublie les longs secrets, ton sourire d'enfantelet, l'éphémère qu'on ose pas baiser, tes paupières aveuglées par mes lèvres, sources claires du destin, froides, chaudes comme la lune en juin.

A man didn't easily forget his last first kiss.

The boy toy smiled and, right there in the half-open garage, planted a kiss on his lover's lips as if he wanted to trap the soul escaping out of his mouth and into the other's body.

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

It was a kiss perfect in length and pressure and emotion, but unlike in the movies it didn't make everything all better.

Try not to kill me with your love, try not to break a glass wall seeing everything, but going unheard, the words feel unspoken. Crystals gleaming at our feet, innocently joined by red fists and a kiss.

As we kissed, it was as if I were returning to somewhere safe. We kissed, and it was like coming home after a long, grueling odyssey. Marcus and I kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and I never wanted to leave this familiar place again.

Go to a forest and kiss the stream, kiss the tree, kiss the light leaking through the trees! Give your love to those that give life to you!

The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!

In the midst of the battle between rebellion and surrender Bantry was suddenly uncertain what Flynn was starved for. The sensuality of a man's kiss? Or the rich, iron taste of blood?

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.

The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, ---." A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. " -Darkest Mercy (p 28)

The Summer King stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Can you offer me your fidelity? Your heart and your body and your companionship for eternity? Do you want my fidelity? Either love me or kiss me goodbye, my Summer Queen.

Beijo não se dá nem se recebe. A vida é que beija, recíproca. Repito, mano: a vida é que nos beija, dois seres se resumindo num único infinito.

O sabor do beijo resvala entre o lábio e dente, entre vida e morte. Lâmina e veludo, qual dos dois no beijo a gente toca? Asfixiação boca-a-boca: isso é o beijo.

Sabrina leaned in and pressed her lips to Puck's. There was a little static shock that startled her and she stepped back with her hands on her mouth.

You want me to be your boyfriend, don't you?" Puck taunted. His wings suddenly popped out of his back and he swooped over to Sabrina. Before she knew how to react, the boy kissed her on the lips. A million thoughts ran through Sabrina's head at once. Puck was annoying. He had dumped her in vats of disgusting glop. He'd put creepy crawlers in her bed. But the most awful thought of them all was the one about the kiss—it was nice.

In business meetings, observers would be nonplussed that Charlie and Jared Kushner invariably greeted each other with a kiss and that the adult Jared called his father Daddy.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.