Quotes About Kiss

I kiss her mouth and I know... for everything there is a word... for everything but this.

You won't try to kiss me again?" "Given your method for handling that problem? No. I don't particularly like pain.

A past kiss with adorably bookish Miss Olivia Norley should be barely a memory for Marlowe Drake, the Duke of Thornstock. After all, there are countless debutantes for a reputed rakehell to charm beyond a young lady whose singular passion is chemistry—of the laboratory type. But Thorn has not forgotten—or forgiven—the shocking blackmail scheme sparked by that single kiss, or the damage caused to both their names

Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you.

You are the woman who desires my kiss, and I thirst for you.

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.

Rennie can see what she is now: she's an object of negotiation. The truth about knights comes suddenly clear: the maidens were only an excuse. The dragon was the real business. So much for vacation romances, she thinks. A kiss is just a kiss, Jocasta would say, and you're lucky if you don't get trenchmouth.

There was madness and magic in the slim body he held, and the lips turned up to him were red and trembling and he kissed her.

Her love was still a young girl's adoration for a man she could not understand, a man who possessed all the qualities she did not own but which she admired. He was still a young girl's dream of the Perfect Knight and her dream asked no more than acknowledgment of his love, went no further than hopes of a kiss.

One time I was hanging out with a girl and I wanted to kiss her. I was too nervous to do it, so I wrote 'Can I kiss you?' on a Post-It and handed it to her. And it worked!

My very first kiss happened when I was 6, underneath some desks during 'nap time', but my first real kiss happened when I was 15 in the parking lot at a Mexican food restaurant.

Well, don´t cry about it, mother,´ said I, for the tears were gushing from her eyes, ´there, let that kiss efface the one I gave Eliza; don´t abuse her any more, and set your mind at rest; for I´ll promise never to - that is, I´ll promise to - to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of´.

Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal kiss. You became my mother, and my father, and so I'm yours forever. But now it's time to end it, Louis. Now it's time to leave him. - Claudia, 'Interview with a Vampire

I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.

He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European.

I clasped his face in both hands as I kissed him. You don't know how I need you, how I love you, how I always have, I whispered in his ear. Maybe he would find me more charming on account of what's befallen me - the unexpected horror I've seen, the inevitable pain I've endured. It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit.

You gave me your immortal kiss.

Her sobs grew worse, more bitter, until finally I bent and kissed her soft neck and cheeks. Winter plums. Plums from an enchanted wood where the fruit never falls from the boughs. Where the flowers never wither and die.

And there is another kind of strength in you. A daring, and a hunger, and aloneness. And that hunger and aloneness I know, and I kiss with the lips I do not have; I hold with the arms I do not have; I press to the heart in me that isn't there to beat with warmth.

I clamped his mouth in an ardent kiss. The blood passed into him, and violently, he convulsed.

You gave me your immortal kiss, she said, though not to me, but to herself. You loved me with your vampire nature.

Beijei suas lágrimas. Quem dera que eu fosse mesmo santo. Quem dera eu fosse o padre que estava parado junto do carro à sua espera, fingindo não ver que nos beijávamos. O que era o beijo? O beijo mortal? Beijei sua boca novamente. Um amor mortal e o tempo todo o desejo irresistível da ligação do sangue, não de sua morte, não, Meu Deus, não, apenas a ligação do sangue, o conhecimento.

You gave me your immortal kiss. - Claudia, Interview With The Vampire

You gave my your immortal kiss.