Quotes About Kiss

I think he's going to kiss the lobe but he whispers

We thrust and parry, and I moan as delicious sensation after delicious sensation pours through me. It's a kiss worth every moment of confusion and uncertainty.

It's different when you kiss someone you really care about. It's like when you're there in person at a baseball game instead of just hearing it on the radio.

Kannst du verhindern, daß unsere Köpfe sich auf dem Boden des Korbes küssen?

Me acerqué para guardar el expediente en mi cajón y mis dedos rozaron un libro en rústica. La princesa prometida. Aquella noche en Savannah, cuando casi me besó, lo estaba leyendo, y cuando le dije que nos fuéramos, me contestó: «Como desees».

Time stopped and for a few blissful moments there was nothing except Connor, intoxicating and irresistible, the taste of him, the scent of him, the raw male power of his arms, and the tender seducing touch of his lips... And then I was out of the car and gone before the power of that kiss wore off.

Don't change shape," Raphael snapped. "Shut up." "Be good or I'll kiss you in front of everybody." "Hell no," I snarled. I had to hold on and live through this so I could punch him in the face. It was a great goal.

It was a nice kiss. Very... memorable. If he came near me with that look again, I'd hit him upside the head and claim self-defense. No jury in the world would convict me.

His voice, when he spoke German, especially with that commanding tone, took on a sharp, resonant quality. Hearing it gave Lucille the same pleasure that a slightly rough kiss might –– the kind of kiss that ends with a little bite.

In fact, once when I imprinted on a young lady's lips a chaste and fatherly kiss for about five minutes, I stopped and said, sorrowfully, "Wouldn't you rather be kissed by a twenty-one-year-old boy?" She frowned and said, "Of course not. If you'd ever been kissed by a twenty-one-year-old boy you'd know better than to ask." Remember that. In any direct competition, the old man is bound to win and the young man knows it.

La besó en la mejillla lo más cerca posible de la boca, deseando con pasión permanecer a su lado eternamente para preservarla de las sombras. Olía a yerbas y tenía la piel fría. Supo que amarla era su destino inexorable.

El ardor de ese beso no los abandonó en muchos días y llenó de fantasmas delicados sus noches, dejando su recuerdo en la piel, como una quemadura. La alegría de ese encuentro los transportaba levitando por la calle, los impulsaba a reír sin causa aparente, los despertaba sobresaltados en la mitad de un sueño. Se tocaban los labios con las puntas de los dedos y evocaban exactamente la forma de la boca del otro.

La discusión se prolongaba y ambos se perdían en una oratoria confusa que los dejaba agotados, acusándose mutuamente de ser más testarudos que una mula, pero al final se daban las buenas noches con un beso y quedaban ambos con la sensación de que el otro era un ser maravilloso.

Considering the circumstances, it was a rather good kiss. In reality, it would have been perfect if they both had not been coughing from the smoke.

The argument went on and on, and they became locked in a confused rhetorical exchange that left them exhausted, each accusing the other of being more stubborn than a mule. But in the end they kissed each other good night and both were left with the feeling that the other was an extraordinary human being.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. - Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies! -

I basically look like a lot of modern Orthodox people you know, but I work on a TV show where I sometimes have to kiss Jim Parsons. That's why I don't take on the title of modern Orthodox, but in terms of ideology and theology I pretty much sound like a liberal modern Orthodox person.

I said 'well, I'll kiss her twice, you see? We'll come around, I'll kiss her, and if you put a little more track down for the camera, then I'll put my tongue down her throat and you'll get what you want'. He said 'You think so?'

I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.

Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?" "Kiss a cow farm boy

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

Damn, I love you," Dallie murmured. "My sweet little Fancy Pants, driving me half crazy, nagging me to death." He kissed her again, long and slow. "You're almost the best thing that ever happened to me." "Almost?" she murmured against his lips. "What's the best?" "Being born good-looking." And then he kissed her again.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn't remember all the reasons it was wrong.