Quotes About Kiss

When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.

Cara: I just found a delightful account of a case against a wizard who once fancied getting drunk, marching down to the market on Stentor Street, hiking up his robes to random women and commanding them to kiss the serpent.

Tear up that funeral shroud—you are going to smother yourself in it. I am beauty, I am youth, I am life—come to me, and together we will be Love itself....Our life together will flow by like a dream, and it will be as one perpetual kiss.

if you cannot hate you cannot love. If you cannot bite you can not kiss. If you cannot curse you cannot bless. Who cannot be a good hater will be a poor lover.

There is the kiss of welcome and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.

How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.

If you are ever in doubt as to whether to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt.

If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not you should kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt.

I had a kiss with Raquel Welch's daughter - she was a very naughty kisser.

A kiss with anyone, on or off camera, can be intimidating. I've been kissing for nearly two decades now, and I'm always convinced I'm not doing it right. Chemistry is so important in a great kiss. You can act your way through anything, but it's hard with a kiss.

When I was 16 or 17, I remember kissing one of my first girlfriends, Kim Anderson, under a stairwell at Disneyland. I'll never forget that feeling.

Cuando sus labios sellaron los míos, supe que podría vivir hasta cumplir los cien años y visitar todos los países del mundo, pero que nada se podría comparar con ese preciso instante, cuando, por primera vez, besé a la chica de mis sueños y supe que mi amor por ella nunca tendría fin,,

Then she kissed him. Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time... For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words.

Our kiss was niticlimactic. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, but it was just a note of punctuation in our long conversation, a parenthetical remark made in order to assure each other of a deeply felt agreement, a mutual offer of companionship, which is so much more rare than sexual passion or even love.

The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits.

Y entonces le dio un beso. Aquel beso era una pregunta que él deseó estar contestando durante el resto de su vida.

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower Winter Poem

What do you think? Does everything look right? You really expect me to look at anything but you? She laughed even as her pulse jittered. Boy, I must be in bad shape when a shopworn line like that hits the mark. I mean it, he said and watched her smile fade. I adore looking at you. Laying a hand on her knees with a long, slow, thorough kiss. Beautiful Margo. mine. Well, you're certainly taking my mind off my ... kiss me again. Glad to.

He turned his head, kissed the top of her head. I love you. It sounds lovely in bed, in the dark, when everything's quiet. Because it's true. And it'll be true in the morning.

Ah, kiss me, love, and miss me, love, and dry your bitter tears. (Irish Pub Song)

She'd like to bounce me off the ceiling. Oh aye,that she would, but she's not trying it at the moment.You're doing well, too. His gaze lifted until his eyes met Keeley's. As natural at this as she is.Blue bloods, both of you. Are we making history,Brian? Bet on it, he told her and kissed Betty just above the nose.

Where he listened some more until I'd pretty well run it down. Then he walked me back and—" "You invite him back in and have sex," Emma prompted. "Get your own sexy breakfast story. I felt mildly embarrassed, and really grateful, so I give him a little peck. A 'thanks, pal' kind of peck. The next thing I know I'm in the middle of a brain-frying, blood-pumping, jungle-drum-beating kiss.