Quotes About Lips

No, no... She shook her head for emphasis. No. His lips twitched. - One 'no' is enough, darling.

She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.

The mouth is small but well shaped, kissable, musical

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The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.

There might even be the sound of the gospel, but it seemed to contain no glad tidings at all. It did not come from warm lips to startled ears as the message of eternal life – the glorious gospel of the blessed God (1 Timothy 1:11). Men lived, but their minister never asked them whether they were born again!

The only occasion on film when a profanity passed from her lips, in fact, came in Two for the Road, when she twice accused Albert Finney of being a bastard. Its impact was all the greater because it was completely at odds with the 'decent' Audrey Hepburn image.

Return" Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me -- when the memory of the body awakens, and an old desire runs again through the blood; when the lips and the skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again. Return often and take me at night, when the lips and the skin remember...

they're both moonstruck. You remember how it is in the beginning." She grimaced. "Yes, a state of derangement with chapped lips.

Sophia drifted closer to Nick, employing her fan to mask the movement of her lips as she murmured to him, "I told you so." Nick smiled wryly, recalling his sister's claim that Lottie would prove to be a great asset to him. "Those are without doubt the four most irritating words in the English language, Sophia." "She is a dear creature, and far too good for you," his sister informed him with amusement dancing in her eyes. "I've never claimed otherwise.

Bitch." My lips curve. "Damn, I like that name. Have a good day, Officer.

His eyes, those famously blue eyes, narrow and his lips quirk slightly.

The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope.

He didn't see anything. She rolled to her feet. I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life! Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring. I don't-- She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. Dammit! She clapped her hands over them. It's like they're broken!

All right. Tell me what I'm looking at. From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, A giant pair of cartoon lips. I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd! Bob said.

If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat's 'purple-stained mouth', or perhaps even of Homer's dangerously wine-dark sea.

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.

It's not a dream, But the reality that makes our passion As a lamp shadow—no—no lamp, the sun. What the world's million lips are thirsting for Must be substantial somewhere...

Go gather by the humming sea Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell, And to its lips thy story tell.

The Ogre does what Ogres can, Deeds quite impossible for Man. But one prize is beyond his reach, The Ogre cannot master Speech: About a subjugated plain, Among its desperate and slain, The Ogre stalks with hands on hips, While drivel gushes from his lips.

Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred, and a Thousand more.

The implication was reasonably clear; I condemned him, and his minions would be round promptly to cut off my nipples and burn Jared's warehouse. I licked dry lips, cursing Louis. Why couldn't he just have wanted my body?

As I mounted the stairs, my lips silently tried out the two words "contrary warrior" together.

He must have seen the question in her eyes. He must have read her confusion, for he smiled gently, folded her hand in his, and raised it to his lips. "I know what you're thinking," he said softly, looking at her from over the top of her knuckles, "but you see, Maeve—I am you Gallant Knight after all. I fulfill every blasted one of your criteria.