Quotes About Kisses

Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

But...you could have whatever you wished. Exactly, he says, nuzzling my neck. But, I say, you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage. Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. To each his own magic, he says and kisses me again.

The sun has blessed you, Sarita used to say. Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous. The sun loves you more, I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of an aged wine gourd, and she laughed. But this is not India and we are not prized for our freckles here. The sun is not allowed to show his love.

O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow ; Hurt me with kisses, kill me with desire, Consume me and destroy me with the fire Of bleeding passion straining at the heart, Touched to the core by sweetnesses that smart ; Bitten by fiery snakes, whose poisonous breath Swoons in the midnight, and dissolves to death !

A fine romance, with no kisses!A fine romance, my friend, this is!We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes,But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

A ti que aun no sabes los besos que te caben en la boca, a ti que has comprendido que a veces el olvido se equivoca.

Tú que tanto has besado tú que me has enseñado, sabes mejor que yo que hasta los huesos sólo calan los besos que no has dado, los labios del pecado.

Es mentira que sepan a vinagre los besos sin amor.

darkness, salt on her lips, big boats lingering on the horizon, crates of liquor luring them out, rolls of bills in her hands, lawmen on the take, and funerals. Desire and kisses. New York City on the arm of a man. A nice dress. Racing over the ocean. Whiskey bottles. Fear and exultation. How had it come to this? And where

She straightened her back another degree, even as Merrick's eyelids sank lower. He looked half asleep but he remained alert to everything around him, including her increasingly frail resistance. Good heavens, he didn't have to watch her to confirm her vulnerability. Hadn't she just let him kiss her into a stupor? He hadn't mentioned the kisses. Nor had she. But every time she met his glinting silver eyes, she remembered the shocking intimacy of his tongue in her mouth.

I see why you tolerate Mrs. Bevan's eccentric manners. What a pity she's forgotten cutlery." Merrick sipped his golden wine. The pleasure on his face reminded her of his expression after kissing her. Devil take him, everything reminded her of his kisses. "What a pity," he said with spurious regret. "Eating with one's fingers is so... primitive." She blushed. He turned the most innocent words into an invitation to wickedness.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

Our thoughts were frosty mist along the eaves; our two ghosts kissed, high on the long, mazed wires - eerie half-laughter echoes here and leaves only a fatuous sigh for young desires; regret has followed after things she loved, leaving the great husk.

And, after all, an obsolete list. She was in love now, set for the eternal romance that was to be the synthesis of all romance, yet sad for these man and these moonlights and for the 'thrills' she had had – and the kisses. The past – her past, oh, what a joy! She had been exuberantly happy.

A chi poteva interessare, in quella calura, di chi fossero le labbra ardenti che aveva baciato, quale tersa avesse inumidito la tasca del pigiama sul suo cuore!

I don't remember my mother. She died when I was one year old. My distracted and callous sensibility comes from the lack of that warmth and from my useless longing after kisses I don't remember.

Eu tenho um colar de pérolas Enfiado para te dar: As per'las são os meus beijos, O fio é o meu penar.

Fans love Sosa for his exuberance, for the kisses he blows to his mother, wife and four children. He is Slammin' Sammy, a fairy-tale figure rising from poverty in the Dominican Republic to the 55th floor above Chicago's Lake Shore Drive.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on, and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Kisses for Mr. Castle - The Hersey Kiss Story

Give them all my dear love and a kiss. Tell them I think of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection at all times.

All of the quarters in his hand were tarnished. He had no idea that the silver in a man's pockets always turns black if he kisses a witch.

Until then her only kisses had taken place in a closet during parties at Helene's house. The orderly took her into a closet as well, a utility closet where there were mops and buckets and folded sheets and towels. She wasn't speaking then. She tried to tell him no, but the word sounded like a sob.

The studying, the books, exams, arguments, theories. The jokes and pints, laughter, kisses and songs. Life was like running, ninety percent sweat and toil, ten per cent joy.

But he talked like the kisses were sort of a joke, merely something fun to do so as not to waste the beauty of the evening and the drama of the landscape. pg. 91