Quotes About Kiss

and the rain blew in under the porch, not as cold as her lips.

Alcohol is like love,' he said. 'The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine.

morning, it would only be a matter of time before she sidled up and kissed him again. Then Sam would

Telling himself there was no harm in one kiss, Severly leaned and gently took her lips with his. As the warmth of his mouth held hers, the world stopped for Celia. Everything became part of this moment - the sunlight filtering in from the window behind them, the scent of tuberoses and lilies, all became part of this, her first kiss.

If I Should Die Before You Do When you wake up from death, you will find yourself in my arms, and I will be kissing you, and I will be crying.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea. He experienced the basics of love ended.

There is no urge to touch, to kiss, to embrace. But I do it just the same. It is our last charm. Love isn't a thing, after all, but an endless series of single acts.

No hay necesidad de tocar, besar, abrazar. Pero lo hago de todos modos. Es nuestro último fetiche. El amor no es otra cosa al fin y al cabo, que una interminable serie de actos individuales.

Freed hands both rising for the pommel now, so natural, so smooth, it was like Kiriath machinery, as if he were machinery, a cunningly crafted clockwork Kiriath mannequin, built to complement the steel. He felt the accustomed kiss of the grip on his palms, felt the grin on his face turn into a snarl. Cold chime as the scabbard gave up its embrace. And the Ravensfriend came out.

You know God does not manifest Himself," Halgan shouted. "That is also heresy. The Revelation is not corporeal. You know this. Why do you persist in this perverted speech?" "I like perverted. Maybe you would, too, if you gave it a chance." "Leave my men alone," Rakan said coldly. "Degenerate." Ringil smooched a kiss at him.

Meanwhile, your life and my life have kissed.

He pressed his lips against hers and closing his own eyes, ignoring the pain in his side, and the uncertainty in his chest he mouthed, 'I love my Princess. I love my Jocelyn. Love you and only you from now until forever.

His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He— —still had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.

This being Europe, I felt it safe to kiss her on the cheek.

Did that kiss nearly destroy the memory of all other kisses, and become the benchmark against which all future kisses would be measured?

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

You don't tell someone you're going to marry her. You ask. He tried to kiss her again, but she turned her cheek, and he kissed her earlobe instead. I asked your dad. You did? She sounded breathless. What did he say? His exact words? 'Oh God, not another wedding.

I'm going to kiss you senseless enough not to notice my attire. -Duncan to Madelyne

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

I hate to admit it, but sometimes I think he's right. When you kiss someone, it's the first taste of his mouth that will make or break your heart.

We are meant to be." He pressed his lips to mine again; against myself, against my worry, I once again succumbed to the power of his kiss. "I know that now. Our love is stronger than magic, stronger than the laws of all Feyland. It will survive this...whatever the future brings." - Prince Kian, Silver Frost.

A king without a Queen. Kian sighed, breathing mist into the air. He held me tighter, kissing me with a heat that seemed to thaw the very snow on which we stood. You don't know me as well as you think you do, he said. What I'm holding back. What I'm capable of. You haven't felt it - how much I love you...

In his eyes I could see the same love, the same longing. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to kiss me, and I could feel his longing so clearly I could not distinguish between my wanting and his. And in his arms I felt safe, warm, alive.