Quotes About Kiss

Thank you," she whispered. Thank you? He went still. It was exactly the wrong thing to say. He didn't want to be thanked for his kiss.

It was the sort of kiss that seduced with subtlety, sent tingles through her body and left her desperate for more.

Ce n'était pas un baiser, c'était… le paradis.

I think I have to kiss you," he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe his own words. "It's rather like breathing. One doesn't have much choice in the matter.

If you want to know if a gentleman loves you,' her mother said, 'there is only one true way to be sure.' " Lady Danbury leaned forward. Even Hyacinth leaned forward, and she was holding the book. "'It's in his kiss,' her mother whispered. 'It's all there, in his kiss.

Cuándo te has negado a un desafío? —Nunca —respondió, mirándolo directamente a los ojos. Él sonrió, y su mirada se volvió ardiente. —Esa es mi chica —murmuró él. —No soy… —Lo serás —susurró él, y antes de que ella pudiera pronunciar otra palabra, su boca apresó la de ella en un beso ardiente.

He shook his head, slowly rising to his feet. He had the oddest desire to kiss her. It wasn't odd that he wanted to kiss her in and of itself. He always wanted to kiss her. What was odd was the intensity of the need. It was almost as if he positively, definitively knew that if he didn't kiss her that very minute, his life would be forever changed, and not for the better. He had to kiss her.

I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don't know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.

El corazón Que tenía en la escuela Donde estuvo pintada La cartilla primera ¿Está en ti Noche negra Frío frío Como el agua Del río. El primer beso Que supo a beso y fue Para mis labios niños Como la lluvia fresca ¿Está en ti Noche negra

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

There are dewdrops on the nightingale's wings, bright beads of moon distilled by hope. On the marble fountain is the kiss of water, dream of humble stars...

There is no one who in giving a kiss does not feel the smile of faceless people, and no one who in touching a newborn child forgets the motionless skulls of horses.

But Lydia's kiss had up-ended the world and Jean didn't know how to go on.

But Lydia's kiss had up-ended the world and Jean didn't know how to go on. Things were altered in a way she couldn't understand.

Ich hatte immer Angst, nie wieder lieben zu können; jetzt habe ich Angst, auf ewig lieben zu müssen. Dabei habe ich sie noch nicht einmal geküsst.

Lietas j?sauc ?stajos v?rdos: sk?psts reiz?m ir skaist?ks par aktu.

I told him, 'You can start in the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the right, and then you can go back to the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the left. You can just kiss my big ass.

The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss anyone's arse.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives it its sweetness: it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

When Myron looked at the reception desk—the place where Esperanza usually sat—he nearly jumped back. Big Cyndi sat silently watching him. She was far too big for the desk—far too big for the building, really—and the desk actually teetered on her knees. Her makeup would be labeled "too garish" by members of Kiss. Her hair was short and seaweed green. The T-shirt she wore had the sleeves ripped off, revealing biceps the size of basketballs. Myron

She frowned, again hating herself for the sentimentality, but maybe she should cut herself some slack. She tried to find the very spot where she had been standing that day, checking her bearings by using the house, moving a few feet left, then right, until she was certain, yes, this was the spot where that tender kiss took place. She

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. Yawl write, hear? he bawled after us.

summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.

There was a scent called Five Minutes Before It Rains. If you put it on your neck, whoever kissed you would cry.