Quotes About Lips

Her lips were set grimly together, and she carried a small suit-case. She looked excited and determined, and slightly on the defensive.

Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert.

I use the petroleum jelly on my lips because they get very dry and it's truly the only thing that works.

I don't tend to do much with my lips. My lips are naturally very pink, so if I add any more colour, it looks like I've been smacked in the mouth!

The angels are so enamoured of the language that is spoken in heaven, that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether there be any who understand it or not.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, said she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, whispered she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he."

Star, that looked so long among the stones And picked from them, half iron and half dirt, One; and bent and put it to her lips And breathed upon it till at last it burned Uncertainly, among the stars its sisters— Breathe on me still, star, sister

I have to exfoliate my lips as they're quite a large surface area and sometimes when I wear lipstick, it goes all cakey. So I mix brown sugar with lip balm and just scrub it onto them.

To clarify, I haven't had surgery. Surgery is 'going under the knife,' breaking bones, adding stuff in. I simply just had cosmetic enhancement: it's just a little bit of filler which I put a little bit in my cheeks and in my lips.

The only surgery I've had is my lips, I haven't had anything in my bum - I don't need to, I've got a big bum!

and the rain blew in under the porch, not as cold as her lips.

I walked back down the room and out. The little blonde at the PBX looked at me expectantly, her small red lips parted, waiting for more fun. I didn't have any more. I went on out.

The only memory I have was how the wrestler's balls that were thrust into my face left a saltiness on my lips. At first I assumed it was from the tacos, and then I realised I'd not eaten any today. I

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

There was that name again, stumbling accidentally from his lips. As soon as it was out, it seemed to turn like a boomerang and hit his heart.

he was tall and lean, had hollow cheeks, thick pale lips, and a nose like a big ragged chunk of granite shoved into his face. His

The great moments of life are but moments like the others. Your doom is spoken in a word or two. A single look from the eyes, a mere pressure of the hand, may decide it; or of the lips, though they cannot speak.

It's our Christian duty to offer spiritual worship to God that engages our minds, stirs our hearts & flows from our lips