Quotes About Kiss

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

How much do I love thee? Go ask the deep sea How many rare gems In its coral caves be; Or ask the broad billows, That ceaselessly roar, How many bright sands Do they kiss on the shore?

Being kissed by Gerhart was disappointing. I had expected a kiss to feel more like the time in Yamhill when I stuck my finger in the electric socket, only nice.

HOBBES: If you don't get a goodnight kiss you get Kafka dreams.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

D?? kap? üstüne ç?plak bir omza konan öpücük sesiyle kapand?.

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

I was tanned, happy, and blowing a kiss to Cary, who'd playacted the role of a highfashion photographer by calling out ridiculous encouragements. Beautiful, dahling. Show me sassy. Show me sexy. Brilliant. Show me catty…rawr…

I watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. "Not bad," he murmured. "Tell me if we made it right." He kissed me.

Gideon walked briskly and I hurried to keep up. When he stopped abruptly, turned, and dipped me back in a lavish heated kiss on the crowded sidewalk, I was too stunned to do more than hold on. It was a soul-wrenching melding of our mouths, full of passion and sweet spontaneity that made my heart ache. Applause broke out around us. When he straightened me again, I was breathless and dizzy. "What was that?" I gasped. "A prelude.

His lip curled in a sneer. "You always kiss your mistakes like that?

Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

A meeting of the lips. that is all, animal as we are, that is our own particular generic peculiarity. And yet, without being vague and star-eyed, I may say that a kiss may be a physical symbol of a mental adoration. That, and a delight.

While he kissed me I kept my eyes open and tried to memorize the spacing of the house lights so I would never forget them.

Once, on a hot summer night, I had spent an hour kissing a hairy, ape-shaped law student from Yale because I felt sorry for him, he was so ugly.

Now I know what the girl meant in Celia Amberley when she said: If he will kiss me, everything will be all right; I'll be pretty again.

She would have kissed him, if she kissed stupid men.

Sylous leaned in close and placed his lips against hers. Tender and warm, his kiss buzzed inside her mouth. He held her there, caught up in a perfect moment, and when he released her, a new resolve had flooded her chest.

When he kissed her, he tasted the promise of redemption.

And if my eyes dropped to your mouth, in what we all know is a universal signal that one is pondering a kiss, what would you do?

Some woman just said she wishes she could kiss the guy that killed Hitler and I don't know if I should ruin that for her.

His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. You're playing with fire, you know that?" That's weird, considering you're an ice prin—" I didn't get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?