Quotes About Lips

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.

That's right. He was smacking his lips a little, that's all." "He was smacking his lips a little?" "Well, yes." Kinderman

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Beauty's ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampire So very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cut He took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.

Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.

will sing of the Lord's steadfast and eternal love/to all the generations my lips will declare your faithfulness. I declare, 'Your enduring love is established forever'" (Ps. 90:2–3).

his lips. "I fear, Mama, that I am not. But I am innocent in this case.

letting myself be transported by her smile, the shape of her lips, the dimples in her cheeks, the astonishing mobility of her face. Looking at her, and feeling her knee against mine, gave me a chance not to think.

He's a man who measures words as if he had only a few given to him by Fate; too generous a syllable from his lips, and he might fall over dead.

I don't really wear eyeshadow. I'm pretty much always about my lashes and my lips, and then I let the rest of it do its own thing.

As a makeup artist, I learned quickly that the color of your lips affects the way a lipstick looks. If you see your friend wearing a great color, don't assume it will be right for you.

MAC Cosmetics is incredible for lips; I always wear it.

Here in California, it is so dry. When I lived in New York, my skin definitely wasn't so dry. I always try to drink lots of water, which helps keep my lips from cracking, but I really need a good lip balm, too.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Not everything about me is cute." "That's true, some things are cute. The rest are sexy. Astonishing, agonizingly sexy. It's a wonder I can get anything done at all, when all I ever think about is the way your lips taste or how your fingertips feel on my skin or how your legs are..." "Adrian, shut up.

He glanced over at me, a smile twisting his lips. "Hey, no advice, Ghost Girl. Guardians should be seen and not heard." I flipped him off for the "Ghost Girl" comment but he didn't notice because Lissa was talking to him again.

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air

What is a poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and men crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again"; that is as much to say: May new sufferings torment your soul.

I'll exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.

Natalya's lips quirked. You're glowing like a Lite-Brite. Shut it, fairy.

His lips parted. "Es tevi m?lu." I love you. For an instant, I saw Jack above me. A moment of time. . . . I blinked, and I was staring into starry amber eyes again.

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.