Quotes About Kisses

You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how.

The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

My Beloved. It made her think of beautiful music, of elegant gentleman in old movies she saw on late night television. Of voices from another time, soft and distinct, the very words like kisses.

I heard the mortal voices around as if they were kisses. I thought: You are among them, it is truly as if you were one of them. It is truly as if you are alive.

and kisses are a better fate than wisdom —e. e. cummings, "since feeling is first

in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

Cupid and my Campaspe playedAt cards for kisses: Cupid paid.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in a kiss so brief that it was over almost before she realized it began. "Do not kiss anyone else until then. I want you to save your kisses for me.

Lippen die je kussen, hoef je niet te lezen.

Entre la gente que marcha por la calle van muchas parejas de enamorados. Se besan y acarician sin mirar a los que pasan, y casi sin que los que pasan los miren. Pero, sin embargo, todos tienen cierto aire de furtivo o pasajero encuentro, como si un azar favorable los hubiera reunido y pudiera separarlos en el mismo instante.

Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.

All those kisses. There must have been a thousand. They engulfed me like some kind of all consuming dream where I became very alive and very relaxed at the same time.

The night I wedded her, I went to bed smelling of fresh wine, fleeces, figs and great affluence, and she on her side reeked of lubricant, saffron seeds, tongue kisses, wealth, gluttony and the Goddess of Sex.

Beyond the doors, the street and the gates were empty. The Hill Folk had vanished as mysteriously as they had come. A shuddering sigh of relief, not my own, brought my attention home and heartward. I shut my eyes, smiling, and clung with all my strength to Vidanric as kisses rained on my hair, my eyes, and finally--lingeringly--on my lips. The duel was over, and we had won.

I'm not through with you yet. Are you prepared to accept your punishment?" I nodded reluctantly. I wasn't sure what a vampire's punishment might be. But I was ready to find out. "I sentence you to a thousand kisses," he said. "Can I begin now?

those kisses...repaired and soothed and knit together the weave of married life.

It is with kisses as with confidences, the first leads to another. They are multiplied, they interrupt conversation, they take its place; they scarce leave time for a sigh to escape.

So a crown does mean more to a woman than love!You love me,but rather than admit it you will go on to Djilas because there you will take your place as a Princess and that is more important to you than anything else.I hope you find the plaudits of the crowd an adequate compensation for my kisses." -Count Czako

I will give you a charm against sorrow: smile at the kisses of Pain. She is a sensitive lover and likes not to be flouted.

She had left his church and gone to the missionars, and there found more spiritual nourishment than Mr Cowie's sermons could supply, but she could not forget his kisses, or his gentle words, or his shilling, for by their means, although she did not know it, Mr Cowie's self had given her a more confiding notion of God, a better feeling of his tenderness, than she could have had from all Mr Turnbull's sermons together. What equal gift could a man give? Was it not worth bookfuls of sound doctrine?

If I'm not working on music, I'm probably torturing my infant daughter, Ingrid, with kisses or running or playing soccer in the park.