Quotes About Kiss

He slid down the stone bench to her end and kissed her and bit her lower lip until she gasped.

A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

New Year's Eve. It's a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we're going--whether we know it or not, would deny it or not--by the kiss of a stranger.

And we kissed again. It was a warm, indescribably lovely feeling. But it was more than just physical. It was a dialogue between two young people with high ideals and a Big Plan. It was about belonging, secrets, partnership, commitment.

Irene threw her arms about him and kissed him. Then she grinned and said, "Why, Danny Dunn! The water's almost light enough for me to see you blush.

You're a world-class but you are definitely not a tease, Cabot said. You've got a few issues. So do I. Different kind of issues, though. Issues are issues. We're wasting time here. Are you going to kiss me or not?

I love you, Elizabeth. I've always loved you since you were . . ." And he kissed her.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

Better not I tell you. You want to know what I do? I say doudou , if you have trouble you are right to come to me. And I kiss her. It's when I kiss her she cry - not before.

Wrong to seal illogic with a kiss but I do it myself all the time.

What is desire? Desire is a restaurant. Desire is watching you eat. Desire is pouring wine for you. Desire is looking at the menu and wondering what it would be like to kiss you. Desire is the surprise of your skin. Look - in between us now are the props of ordinary life - glasses, knives, cloths, Time has been here before. History has had you - and me too. My hand has brushed against yours for centuries. The props change, but not this. Not this single naked wanting you.

Those who read this will not fail to laugh at my gallantries, and remark, that after very promising preliminaries, my most forward adventures concluded by a kiss of the hand: yet be not mistaken, reader, in your estimate of my enjoyments; I have, perhaps, tasted more real pleasure in my amours, which concluded by a kiss of the hand, than you will ever have in yours, which, at least, begin there.

One does not drink. One gives a kiss to his glass, and the wine returns a caress to you.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

I think of these things as obstacles rather than opportunities, because if they were opportunities it means I actually took the business of doing them seriously. To take myself too seriously is the gentle kiss of death.

I once kissed a boy at my first job because he offered to record the Oscars for me.

Tommy If I wanted a kiss I'd call your mother.

K.S., baby. Lesion number one. Lookit. The wine-dark kiss of the angel of death.

Thus was their relationship born on the swift kiss of a pun. Neither suspected what the other would become to each of them. Like phrases running wild in the Logos, they knew neither who nor by what mechanism nor for what reason they were whistled for (if they understood that they were whistled for at all). They were simply compelled to come together. Sophia was the question, and Blip was the answer. And vice versa.

Now, if you're ready, I think we should go have a wedding." Marty nodded in great enthusiasm. "I was ready when I got here. Will said if we didn't get downstairs, he was gonna come up here and get you. He said he'd carry you over his shoulder if he had to. I think he just wants to kiss you." "Oh dear," Hannah said in mock horror. "Then we had better move quickly.

W-what was that?" Rather than responding, he lifted a brow, schooling his features into a calmness that hid the violent need still coursing through his body. "I-I mean I know what it was," she went on in a breathless voice that made shivers run down his spine. "But why? Why did you k-kiss me?" She looked utterly and completely bewildered. "Because, my sweet," he drawled in a smooth tone, "you looked as if you needed to be.

Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment to breathe in the honeyed fragrance of her skin, to taste the sweet flavor of her tongue as it slid like hot, damp silk against his own. He shuddered from the pleasure, relishing the sensations as though they were manna from heaven.

Leaning forward, he dusted a kiss over her lips, his touch light and sensuous. Her eyes closed, wonder and delight shimmering through her like faerie dust- dreams wrapping her in their silken hold. "You love me, Grace." His mouth brushed against hers. "That's what you said last night. You meant it, did you not?" Her eyes opened, locking on his. "Yes, I meant it," she said in a hushed tone. "Of course, I love you.