I was in preschool and a girl actually kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what it meant, so I instantly grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. And, then I got suspended.— Jensen Ackles
Memorable Lips And Kissing quotations
Never speak from a place of hate, jealousy, anger or insecurity. Evaluate your words before you let them leave your lips. Sometimes it's best to be quiet.
The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
For beautiful eye look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.
... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
Crying is how your hear speaks when your lips can't explain the pain you feel.
One popular new plastic surgery technique is called lip grafting, or 'fat recycling,' wherein fat cells are removed from one part of your body that is too large, such as your buttocks, and injected into your lips. People will then be literally kissing ass.
And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
The best thing in life are free.
I have already prepared my counter proposal.
It reads thusly: you may strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly!
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.
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
Then I did the simplest thing in the world.
I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.
Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Life is about kicking ass , not kissing it!
My heart smiled when you kissed my lips. What a sweet suprise.
I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth!
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
I have many problems in my life. But my lips don't know that, They always smile.
Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, - these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
Yeah and she's my kinda crazy The little games she plays Lord they'll never get old She's too cute to get on my last nerve The way she throws her little fits Pokin' out her lip and bitin' mine when we kiss There ain't a fight that she can't win That's my baby And she's my kinda crazy
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
When he kisses you he isn't doing anything else.
You're his whole universe, and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you ... it's overwhelming.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.
I was adored [as a kid]. I was always in the air, hurled up and kissed and thrown in the air again. Until I was six, my feet didn't touch the ground. "Look at those eyes! That nose! Those lips! That tooth! Get that child away from me, quick! I'll eat him!" Giving that up was very difficult later on in life.
Annabeth didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her.
Her eyelids turned to lead. “Percy, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.” He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?” He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left
I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips.
"Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.
For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.
I was once kissed on the lips by a giraffe, and I don't think I've ever got over it.
one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.