Quotes About Kiss

O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die

Los placeres violentos poseen finales violentos y tienen en su triunfo su propia muerte, del mismo modo en que se consumen el fuego y la pólvora en un beso voraz.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.

What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? ORLANDO: I would kiss before I spoke.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. ROMEO: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. JULIET: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. ROMEO: Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. JULIET: You kiss by the book.

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

He says he loves my daughter. I think so too, for never gazed the moon upon the water as he'll stand and read as 'twere my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose who loves another best.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty; Youth's a stuff will not endure.

cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages; you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre.

they appeared from where I stood as peaceful as two lovers who had gaily costumed themselves for an afternoon stroll, but on impulse had decided to lie down and nap, or kiss and make love, or merely whisper to each other of fond matters, and were frozen in this grave and tender embrace forever.

Lo demás es el cielo. Y eso lo sabes porque tu memoria borró piadosamente palabras, gestos, hechuras y deshechuras, para dejarte de esas tres, cuatro horas, el recuerdo hechizado de sus ojos almirantes y la cicatriz de un beso cuya innata radiactividad habrá de atormentarte en silencio cuantas veces vuelvas al Perro y no esté allí Carolina.

I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.

You go along with my giant brother to Priok. In the passer,he dares to kiss you. So it begins.

Make me immortal with a kiss.

And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.

She did notice, however, that he was in no hurry to get off her. He continued to sprawl across her on the table. Not that she was making any big point of shoving him off, of course. Reaching for a jocular tone, she commented dryly, "You're a hell of a kisser, English." But his voice came back, sexy and low, "You're not that bad yourself, island girl.

There was a fire here, like it or not. Finally, reluctantly, she broke the silence. "Any idea how I'm supposed to get out of here? Or do I get to spend the rest of the night on this extremely comfortable table? Or perhaps more accurately, under it?" He grinned. "Think you can pretend we had a tryst set up in here?" Her mind shot back to that incendiary kiss they'd shared. "I don't think that'll be too hard to do.

I guess the answer would be yes." "Got to love that word." He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. "Got it in you to say it again?" And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee.

He wasn't a romantic. Had never thought himself as sentimental. But he wanted this one last kiss. "Well", he said, his voice hoarse and grainy, "we'll always have Peru.

Me: No, I'm not. I feared you'd shank me earlier. But I had time to think about it today. Brax: Shanking you didn't even cross my mind, Gracie. A few other things, def, but not that. So you've been thinking about me today? Swell. It must've been that kiss.

A kiss that speaks volumes is seldom a first edition.

Because there are times when a person needs a little bitty death and doesn't even know it. As for me, I substitute the act of death for a symbol of it. A symbol that can be summed up in a deep kiss but not on a rough wall but mouth-to-mouth in the agony of pleasure that is death. I, who symbolically die several times just to experience the resurrection