Quotes About Kiss

We are fiddle, fork, and spoon, We are dancing with the moon, If you'd like to steal a kiss from us, You'd better steal one soon!

He doesn't speak. Instead, he grasps me by the collar of my coat and presses his lips to mine. Kiaran kisses me deeply, with an urgency I never thought him capable of. He kisses me like he knows he's going to die. He kisses me like the world is going to end.

Wayan laughed and kissed her daughter, all the sadness about the divorce suddenly gone from her face.

Harry tucked her arm through his and marched her to the door. Stop! What? Men could be so obtuse. Do I look like I've just been tumbled? Harry's lips twitched. You look like the most beautiful woman in the world. He kissed her soundly again. He hadn't exactly answered her question, but it was too late now.

Have you no care for your reputation?" She stepped toward him until she was so close he fancied he breathed the same air as she and when she tilted her face up to look at him he saw that she wasn't nearly as calm as he'd imagined. "No," she murmured, her voice a siren's song, "none at all." "Then I'll be damned if I will," he muttered and kissed her.

And his simple bravery, his quiet pride, finally broke her. She let the cloth slip from her fingers and bent down to kiss him. His reaction was immediate and decided. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap, forcing her to straddle his legs. He cradled the back of her head in the spread of his fingers, angled his head for a better fit, and opened his mouth over hers. And, oh, the man knew how to kiss.

I know that you're a virgin and as bodiless as any paralytic. I know I'm old and not as handsome as I once was. But I know you love me as I love you.' And he kissed the angel.

He kissed her palm and said simply, "They're brilliant." Cat drew a ragged breath, realizing that it was the first one she had allowed herself for a long time. "Ashcroft didn't think so," she said. "He told me they were cold and empty. Like me." "Ashcroft has the aesthetics of diarrhea.

I told you--ten minutes, he said, breathing heavily. I don't know how to c-count, Janna said, trying to blink back tears and laughter at the same time. Ty swung up on Lucifer, brought the stallion alongside Zebra and gave Jenna a fierce kiss. Sweet liar.

But he was a perfect gentleman, Aunt Amelia. He did not even try to kiss me, though he wanted to. ... You always tell me I must be receptive to broadening experiences. That would have been a broadening experience. And, from what I have observed, a very enjoyable one.

He was bewildered, but he still could kiss. It seemed curiously natural to be doing it.

Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

She drew him softly downwards to his knees. He sank; he yielded utterly; he obeyed. Her weight was upon him, smothering, delicious. The snow was to his waist.... She kissed him softly on the lips, the eyes, all over his face. And then she spoke his name in that voice of love and wonder, the voice that held the accent of two others—both taken over long ago by Death—the voice of his mother, and of the woman he had loved.

I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me. Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast; O fair white mother, in days long passed Born without sister, born without brother, Set free my soul as thy soul is free.

Mi?o??, sen i ?mier? nadchodz? poma?u Schwy? mnie za w?osy i mocno poca?uj.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

I love your kiss. Everything's sorted, and obvious, and understood, and civilised, your kiss says. It's a shut-eye lie, I know it is, because the music I didn't know before I knew you makes me open my eyes in a place of no sentimentality, where light itself is a kind of shadow, where everything is fragment-slanted.

a kiss gives off a swoosh of amnesia

We were in Venice at the time of the revels before Lent. I went into the plaza wearing a mask and hood. I saw a pretty girl, dark skin, dark eyes. She smelled strong of fish and capers and fried artichokes. I kissed her for Beauty's sake. For Lady's sake. Behind the veil of the mask, in the old Jewish Quarter, I kissed her, kissed her, and didn't cry, because I know one day I will die. And I will not rise again.

Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

In the steady light of her power,she pressed a kiss upon his mouth and breathed two words into the soft caress."Amore mio." She felt his arms circle her,his lips curling into a smile against her own. "In Russian," she added ,"it is lyubov moya.

I smiled sweetly and pushed up on my tiptoes, kissing him softly on his too-chapped lips, and agreed. "Yes, to us.