Quotes About Lips

Out of the mouth of the huge, shadowed poster, between the great violet lips, half-open in ecstasy, the dark shape of a man emerged and hung down like a worm from the mouth of a corpse.

The monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. Pretty, aren't I? Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. Adorable.

Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek." Arabella and Lina snickered in unison. "Do you also brush a white orchid against your lips?" Arabella put in. "While sad music plays in the background?" Lina grinned. "Perhaps," Mad Rogan said.

The lips of the righteous teach many, but fools die for want of wisdom.

I cut my bow from the wood of this tree of evil. Of this tree of good, I want a kiss from your lips.

Back in the Aerie she popped her lips percussively as she examined her booty. 'P-ilfering P-adgett's P-ockets Pr-oduces P-ossible P-ath to... to—' Well, clues and shit.

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

He was like a sculptor, shaping flesh. His hands, his lips, travelled her body, carrying sensation.

She seemed to become more aloof, almost secretive. At times, her eyes would shine with a private passion. She would gaze off into the distance and her lips would drop open, very slightly.

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

Their lips were too thin to ask forgiveness, and their minds too mean to understand love.

Wishes left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes.

Fumul albastru al È›ig?rii îi înv?luia chipul. Buzele îi str?luceau stacojii, umede, sângerând urme pe filtrul pe care-l È›inea între ar?t?tor ÅŸi inelar.

He shrugged and sipped his root beer. It came in a bottle. He liked holding a bottle to his lips much more than a can. He was exhausted from worrying about everybody.

El humo salía como adormecido de los rosados labios de él y se enredaba en una niebla gris por los lisos cabellos y la frente infantil de Frances

I like the French kind of style because it's simple and minimal. I have blonde hair and big lips, and when I do too much I think sometimes I don't look very well, you know?

Those who have the power of reproaching in silence may find it a means more effective than words. There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

Those who have the power of reproaching in silence may find it a means more effective than words. There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound. Boldwood's look was unanswerable.

If I thought he had magic fingers, his lips were candidates for the Houdini Hall of Fame.

He threw the shot of whisky into his mouth and I don't believe the glass even touched his lips.

Do I not deal with angelsWhen her lips I touch.

Do not talk any more. Do not speak. Do not break silence until We are weary of each other. Let our fingers run like steel Carving the contours of our bodies' gold. Do not speak. My face sinks In the clotted summer of your hair. The sound of the bees stops. Stillness falls like a cloud. Be still. Let your body fall away Into the awe filled silence Of the fulfilled summer — Back, back, infinitely away — Our lips weak, faint with stillness. from "When We with Sappho

Her lips are like the cherries ripe That sunny walls from Boreas screen. They tempt the taste and charm the sight.