Quotes About Lip

I love a red lip - it's such a powerful statement. It exudes confidence and makes for a bold look.

The spiderlike body arched and turned on the lip of the bottle like some feeding insect.

He caught his full lower lip with his teeth and slowly released it, then smiled. It was not a smile meant to reassure. It was a smile that promised dark fantasies. Whether she wanted them or not.

He hung up and glanced at me. I'm sorry, I have to take care of business. It can't wait, but I'll keep it short. Not a problem. I'll busy myself with being seen and tossing my hair. Would you like me to twirl it on my finger while biting my lip? Could you? No, sorry. I grinned at him

Once, Saska would have been thrown into a giddy turmoil of excitement. Now, having developed a hatred of all things imperial, she merely lifted her lip.

I like soft, natural brown shades for makeup with a bold lip if I want something glam.

if he were a pony I would offer him food, stroke his ears and scratch his neck; but he curls his lip at the idea of cake and I am seriously not going to stroke him. That would be just gross.

His lower lip trembles. "Is this . . . are you from the network?" I look at him. Could he possibly be that stupid? "No," I say. "I'm from the world.

I must have, like, four different types of lip moisturizer in my bag!

Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen

You have the most fascinating mouth I have ever seen. What's so fascinating? It's a mouth just like any other. I think it is your pouty lower lip. Now I know you're crazy. I never pout and neither does my lip.

But this lump does not absolve me, because I got it through heedlessness, not though courage. I run my tongue over my lip and what do I do? I write. But bad literature brings no redemption.

The beauty spot by her lip was one of a dozen or so scattered over her body. My new constellations.

They want a lip print for their autograph books. I'm a sport; I go along.

I'm a little obsessed with lip balm. When I go to a new place, I'll find the locally made natural lip balms and buy them as my little memento.

There has been an unwise and spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to grow a goatee, hence a fluffy little tuft of something or other, just underneath the centre of his lower lip, that any mother would want to rub off with a bit of spit.

lashes at him. "I never would have guessed." His lips twitched before he lifted the bottle to them. "Nothing personal." "Of course not. I don't like rude, arrogant men. That's nothing personal

The man with the handlebar mustache had a scar that dug from his lip to the middle of his cheek, as if he'd wriggled free from a fisherman's hook.

Our tax on love Collects on the lip. (Notre impôt sur l'amour - Se collecte sur les lèvres.)

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.

I feel happy with myself when I go to the steam room and steam my face. But truth be told, my ultimate beauty indulgence is lip balm - I can't go an hour without lip balm.

You'll be a fine sight tomorrow, you will. And a fat lip to boot." She touched the swollen tissue lightly. "Now, then, I won't

I'm obsessed with lip stuff. I have to have stuff on my lips at all times.

My own theory about the phlegmatic qualities and properties of the English is the mountain of pure white sugar hydrocarbons they consume every day bloody day of the year - the stiff upper lip is petrified sugar; that's Bermuda's revenge, the with death, the rotting future square in the teeth of it.