Quotes About Kisses

Because you're the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely." He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, "Thoroughly.

Nothing touches your skin of sweat(meltdown of oceanic kisses)when the purple lightwhispers to the moon in silent moonlit clarity

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Carly's lips touched his cheek. Tiger tried to pucker his in response, showing her how much he'd learned. She didn't stop weeping, so he must not have done very well.

His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting.

I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.

His kisses, not so good." She patted me consolingly on the shoulder. "He is young. Room for improvement!

L'idée de la mort, jetée avec désespoir entre deux baisers, revenait implacable et aiguë.

Bésame y llora todo lo que quieras, arráncame besos y lágrimas, que ellas te abrasarán y serán tu condenación. Tú misma te has matado.

stolen kisses.

All on-set kisses are weird, no matter who it is, especially with people standing around coughing and sneezing. It's very uncomfortable!

Some people talk about screen kisses being strange or uncomfortable. But I think that I got along with Anna well enough that it just happened; it was a fun day of shooting.

Por que siempre ha sido propio el amor que después de los besos vengan los suspiros.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

I kissed her again and lit up once more. She tasted like peaches and laughter and I remember thinking that peaches were my new favorite fruit.

Why, Aza Chorn is dead. Just dead. About his monument, the ghosts parade. The zephyrs shriek and howl and tear apart the clouds, rail uselessly at death and in frustration snatch up blossoms shaped like human lips, and fling them like blood-red confetti from Olympus to those mortal pastures far below, a rain of angry kisses showering down upon those tiny, distant lives...

The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.

Maybe we should've stayed like that, just hanging out. Maybe we never should've kissed those Keeley boys.

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.

It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one. Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

At the risk of hurting your feelings, I think you should know that some kisses are more special than others.

He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you. There are some men who have never been kissed like that. There are some men who discover, after Arthur Less, that they never will be again.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?