Quotes About Kiss

None of this dirt is yours, I told her. You're as clean as rain. She kissed me, but on the forehead this time.

On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.

It's now or never , thought Otto. Now, now! thought Witmeyer. And so Ram kissed Thundercat, and suddenly neither bed of roses nor mountain slope could compare with Her Majesty's sewer for romance. In fact, from this moment on, Otto Malarkey could never so much as sniff a chamber pot without a faraway look creeping into his eyes.

What kind of a kiss was that anyway? It was the kind that sucked your soul out of your body. Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.

Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without heart, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

But how will I know you?" he whispered in the dream. "You knew me before you kissed me," Lance whispered back.

Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.

El ángel dijo que tenía que besar todos los lunares de tu cuerpo, entonces sería perdonado.

Respectfully I kiss her lovely teeth and she says, slowly, gravely, the second time a few notes higher than the first: 'Communion takes place in silence...Communion takes place in silence.' This, she explains, is because this kiss leaves her with the impression of something sacred, where her teeth 'substituted for the host.

Peyton gathered Carrie Ann in his arms and the couple began to waltz. What a fine sight they made, Carrie gazing adoringly up into Peyton's smiling face. He held her gently yet possessively, as if she were a rare treasure, which indeed she was. And then … mercy! The rascal kissed her right on the mouth.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. "I don't want to die," she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

Imagine a pleasure in which the moment of satisfaction is simultaneous with the moment of destruction: to kiss is to poison; lifting to your lips this face after which you have ached, dreamed, longed for, the face shatters, every time.

My first kiss was at a sleep-away camp, and it was very awkward and over quickly. And that was that. It was just the weirdest thing, and I thought, 'That was it? Get out of here!' I didn't even know his last name.

I kissed John Updike as he presented me with an award. It wasn't the best kiss as far as kisses go, but I hold the fact that I kissed John Updike, that he kissed me, very close to my heart.

I like writing books. I'd rather be at home with my wife. I can write, take a break, come out, have a glass of tea, give my wife a kiss, and go back in and write some more. It's not so bad. I am really lucky.

Dark times were ahead of us, but with his kiss still burning on my lips, I felt like I could do anything

We didn't live in a normal world, of course, but in this kiss, it was easy to imagine we did.

Maybe dance lessons had been part of growing up in an elite tier of Moroi society. Or maybe he was just naturally skilled at using his body. That kiss had certainly show a fair amount of talent. . . .

With a great show of courage, he stepped forward and kissed me. It was nice, though once again a little underwhelming.

I pretended not to see as Eddie kissed Jill goodbye and promised to see her soon.

He brought his lips down to mine in a long, exquisite kiss, the kind that sent heat all the way to my fingers and toes and made me very conscious of the fact that there was a bed behind us. I pulled back before we accidentally got distracted.

Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.