Quotes About Kisses

A man loses his sense of direction after four drinks; a woman loses hers after four kisses.

At least reindeer kisses do not cause me to take leave of my senses.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night.... You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Kisses kept are wasted; love is to be tasted.

If kisses were what you were looking for, little fool, why didn't you come to me? quoted by Susannah Simon

Each caress leaving my nerve endings feeling as tingly as if they'd just been kissed by a shooting star, landing on my skin and leaving it as glistening as a newly formed galaxy.

What had the Reverend Venables said? That promises in the playhouse were like kisses on May Day. I had just been kissed.

Gura m? durea de s?rut?ri.

But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, "I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever." She turned to her mother. "Isn't that a good thing?

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias. But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist; flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths in a thicket of new veins, and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth, or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir of dead dahlias. But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest and those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.

But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest…" from "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)

The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. — Federico García Lorca, "Variación/Variations," Selected Poems by Federico García Lorca . Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp, from (New Directions 1955)

También sobre el alma nieva. La nieve del alma tiene copos de besos y escenas que se hundieron en la sombra o en la luz del que las piensa.

The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains. Undulating desert.

y en el oscurísimo beso punzante debajo de las almohadas. Pero a viejo de las manos traslúcidas dirá: Amor, amor, amor, aclamado por millones de moribundos;

People who throw kisses are mighty hopelessly lazy.

People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.

Luck is a fickle girl who doesn't like lingering in any one place; she strokes your hair back from your brow, kisses you quickly and flits away. Lady Misfortune, by contrast, presses you tightly to her loving heart; she says she's not in a hurry, sits down beside your bed and knits.

My friend Alana comes over with her husband RJ, and they both kiss me simultaneously on my cheeks. They live in the neighborhood, and we sometimes have doggie playdates with Volnay and their dogs Dumpling and Pamplemousse.

You like my kisses - and I like kissing you. Why deny ourselves such innocent pleasure?

...and he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, little by little by little.

Love is having endless support from my husband and the hugs and kisses from my kids.