Quotes About Kisses

I suspect I do not like kisses in general--perhaps my blood is stirred by poetry alone--but I have no grounds for comparison.

[E]very winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into the vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay— Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses...

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

The railing of the balcony was cold but the blue-black night air was so warm in October, in Florida, it felt as if it could hold you, all that wetness like a blanket of kisses.

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.

What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory.

Only with kisses and red poppies can I love you, with rain-soaked wreaths, contemplating ashen horses and yellow dogs. Only with waves at my back can I love you, between dull explosions of brimstone and reflective waters, swimming against cemeteries that circulate in certain rivers, drowned pasture flooding the sad, chalky tombstones, swimming across submerged hearts and faded lists of unburied children.

My kisses fell, happy as embers.

No te engañó la primavera con besos que no florecieron?

He's teaching her arithmetic, He said it was his mission, He kissed her once and said, Now that's addition. And as he added smack by smack In silent satisfaction, She sweetly gave the kisses back and said, Now that's subtraction. Then he kissed her, she kissed him, Without an explanation, And both together smiled and said, That's multiplication. Then Dad appeared upon the scene and Made a quick decision. He kicked that kid three blocks away And said, That's long division!

If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me!

"People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy."

"In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head."

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children they just about throw up.

Your smile is my sun. Your kisses give me butterflies. Your hugs make me feel safe. Every minute I'm with you I smile cause you make me happy and for that I love you.

The older I get the more secrets I have, never to be revealed and this, I know, is a common condition of people my age. and why all this emphasis on kissing and telling? Kisses are the least of it.

For my dearest darling, treasured, cherished Agatha whom I worship. With respect, adoration, admiration, kisses, gratitude, best wishes, and love from Z to A.

And the precise rating of kisses is terribly difficult rating, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no ones has ever been completely satisfied with ho much weigh each element should receive.

Warren Buffett said, "In the past, I've observed that many acquisition-hungry managers were apparently mesmerized by their childhood reading of the story about the frog-kissing princess. Remembering her success, they pay dearly for the right to kiss corporate toads, expecting wondrous transfigurations." Unfortunately, said Buffett, "We've observed many kisses but very few miracles.

If a man doesn't kiss you, he doesn't want to kiss you. If a man doesn't kiss you on the mouth, he doesn't find you attractive. A fist bump is not a kiss. An ass pat is not a kiss. Don't trust a man who keeps your kisses a secret.

the reason musicians like Elvis mean so much to us is that their music becomes the soundtrack to our lives. 'Blue Moon' was playing at my first school dance. When I hear it I remember the feeling of sweaty anticipation I felt that night. Rock 'n' roll wasn't something you listened to. It was something you danced to. It's about first kisses, first crushes, the creation of memories." I

I have loved a fool who counted kisses, she thought.