I want to open myself. ... I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus. I danced for the Devil; I saw him, I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil. I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil. I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil!— Abigail Williams
Jaw-dropping Sweet Kisses quotations
Love is a flower that blooms so tender, each kiss a dew drop of sweet surrender.
Love is a moment of life enchanting, let's take that moment that tonight is granting.
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
Ah! How sweet coffee tastes! Lovelier than a thousand kisses, sweeter far than muscatel wine!
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!
I want my wife to wake me up with a sweet kiss
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness;
it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.
…and to all you other cats and chicks out there, sweet or otherwise, buried deep in wordy tombs, who never yet have walked from off the page, a shake and a hug and a kiss and a drink. Cheers!
We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way.
All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, everything was transformed and enchanted, and everything made sense.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.
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!
Budapest in late May is a city of lilacs.
The sweet, languid, rather sleepy smell of lilacs wafts everywhere. And it is a city of lovers, many of them quite middle-aged. Walking with their arms around each other, embracing and kissing on park benches. A sensuousness very much bound up (it seems to me) with the heady ubiquitous smell of lilacs.
My heart smiled when you kissed my lips. What a sweet suprise.
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety.
Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, - these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon.
"Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an expert when it comes to first steps." Are you," I said. "Then tell me how." You close your eyes," Coop answered, "and jump.
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends;
no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
Where should one use perfume?" a young woman asked. "Wherever one wants to be kissed.
He's as weird as snake's suspenders but sweet as a stolen kiss, too.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.
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.
Lying mouth to mouth, kiss to kiss in the pillow dark, loin to loin in unbelievable surrendering sweetness so distant from all our mental fearful abstractions it makes you wonder why men have termed God antisexual somehow (p. 148)
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
As opposed to trying to make a kiss look romantic or sweet or passionate, it's kind of fun to just have the freedom to make it look weird, goofy and awkward.
My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten.
Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:And as the last slow sudden drops are shedFrom sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.