Best 119 of First kiss quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 15 Sep

Carmen Desousa

A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sarah Tregay

Jamie.” This time he says it at a whisper. “I’m ready. Are you?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Hasti Williams

My eyes widened in disbelief," Wow,I never took you as a one night stand, player type of guy, Reece." "No, idiot."Reece snapped. "I mean, I've never even been with a girl. Ever." And with that, I died and went to happy land, with rainbow unicorns and— Wait. Hold up. "But that means that your first kiss..." I trailed, not being able to believe this. "Was with you." Reece finished, looking away, shy all of a sudden

By Anonym 14 Sep

Huey Lewis

My first kiss can be summed up in one word - unsuccessful.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lois Duncan

She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emma Watson

I've always been fascinated by Elizabeth Taylor, and I had read that her first kiss happened on a film set, which actually made me a little sad. You need to have normal experiences of your own.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Summer Hines

He cupped his hand around her cheek, and she marveled at how perfectly his palm fit her cheek. His fingers in her hair, she waited, maybe for an eternity, for his lips to meet hers. When they did it was like being inside an exploding star. Time and space became irrelevant. She slipped her arms under his, clinging to him, his body the only thing stopping her from drifting away, untethered in space. His hand on her back slipped under layers of clothes, finding her skin. He pulled her close, and she leaned into him, feeling like she could never be close enough to him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Victoria Alexander

And I know when your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Laurie Perez

Even as grief flickers in me, I feel something like a first kiss happening — a meeting with someone dearly amazing, life-changing, lucky....

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ilona Andrews

What do you mean fainted? Took a dive, kissed the pavement. Swooned like a southern belle after her first kiss. Had a dreadful case of the vapors.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stephanie Perkins

If you like someone, you should have to make an effort.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Antonio Banderas

This girl said "Yes" when I wasn't ready. I kissed her lightly and got so dizzy I had to sit down.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Adam Berlin

He stopped walking. I stopped walking. He moved his face to mine. I stayed there. He put his mouth on mine, soft. We kissed like that, lips on lips, and I could feel the softness of his mouth and the rougher line where his lip was chapped. The shiver in my stomach was there. The way I knew it would be, only more. It was real.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Roman Payne

The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls opened for one another. We experienced all of the happiness and anguish of first love. Those first few weeks in Paris, we barely touched lips; yet the few times we did, it had the force of a collision of stars.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jennifer Lane

He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down—ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her—and planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips. Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Betsy Cornwell

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that it was almost too much, all this newness, this feeling that there was space and light inside me I’d never noticed before. Every part of me down to my fingertips felt like reworked glass, melting into some new shape, my edges beginning to glow. I wanted to do nothing but change this way, pressed against his body, his warmth and goodness, forever.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Stephanie Perkins

You can't undo loss. You can't unmake a mistake.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Emil Ludwig

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial one in any love story.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Christina Lauren

Light bursts behind my closed eyes, so intensely I nearly hear the popping sound. It's my brain melting, or my world ending, or maybe we've just been hit by a meteor and this is the rapture and I'm given one last perfect moment before I'm sent to purgatory and he;s sent somewhere much, much better. It isn't his first kiss - I know that - but it's his first real one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alex Flinn

I wanted to preserve this moment, this slice of time when the night was cool and bright with reflected moonlight and the possibility of a kiss hung between us, full of unspent promise. Every event in my life after this would be different because I would have been kissed.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kassandra Cross

You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “I can’t believe I got to have you.” “You’re the only one who has,” Carrie smiled, “And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Carlos Pena

I was 13 and at summer camp when I had my first kiss.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Elizabeth Langston

May I kiss you?” Finally. “Yes.” He smiled as he threaded his fingers through my hair. Carefully, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. His mouth was warm and gentle against my skin, but it wasn’t enough. “Please tell me that wasn’t what you meant.” He laughed softly. “There’s more.” He kissed my cheek, my jaw, and hovered a fraction above my mouth. I ached for his kiss, and when the waiting stretched too long, I closed the distance. He took over, which was just as well, because I forgot where I was or the time or my name. The only thing in the world was his mouth. That kiss. Us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alice Sebold

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Steve Kluger

A first kiss after five months means more than a first kiss after five minutes.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Virginia Woolf

Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down! The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sally. And she felt that she had been given a present, wrapped up, and told just to keep it, not to look at it — a diamond, something infinitely precious, wrapped up, which, as they walked (up and down, up and down), she uncovered, or the radiance burnt through, the revelation, the religious feeling!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Shelly Crane

I want to give you back your first kiss, the one that jerk stole from you. And I want it to be something that even a coma can't make you forget.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Marissa Meyer

I thought it was. . . um." He cleared his throat. "But there were clearly a lot of expectations, and a lot of pressure, and. . ." He squirmed in the chair. "We were going to die, you know." "I know." She squeezed her knees into her chest. "And, no, it wasn't. . . I didn't think it was a bad kiss." "Oh, thank the stars." His head fell back against the chair. "Because if I'd ruined that for you, I was going to feel like such a cad.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sophie Irene Loeb

Platonic friendship-the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Stephanie Perkins

Things are not always how they seem.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Benjamin M. Strozykowski

Time. Time has a way of standing still during the moments that define one’s life. The first kiss, the birth of one’s first child, a paralyzing car accident, hearing of the death of a parent, the last kiss.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Priyansha Vashi

Glances were exchanged and heart skipped beats, when we knew not of what it meant. In the fad of love I believed. Until I found him pleasuring someone else with what was supposed to be my First Kiss!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colleen Boyd

I feel something on my chest. Ivy's resting her head on me. In fact, she's pulled herself so close that we're touching everywhere. My heart picks up speed again, but I'm surprisingly calm, seeing her beautiful face close to mine, her eyes closed in an expression of content bliss, and—the best part—feeling her own heart pound in time with mine. She's feeling what I'm feeling. That is when I know for sure. "Ivy?" I know what I have to do. "Mm?" Her songbird voice is a calm purr. "I think...no. I really, really like you." Like moving through molasses, Ivy raises her head. Her eyes are enormous with bewilderment. But there's no fright, no dislike, no anything that discourages me, With that in mind, I don't hesitate as I move my face and my lips to her lips. Ivy's lips are cool like water but delicate and velvety and smooth like round pebbles. She smells like wildflowers, wet earth, and freshly cut grass, which only makes me want her more. I press my lips harder against hers, and a shiver of delight snakes through me when I feel her press back. Daring myself, I open my mouth. So does she, and the kiss deepens. My hand slides upward to caress her satin cheek, and the back of my neck tingles as her fingers play with my hair. This is it. Ivy's and my first kiss. I wouldn't have it any other way. Unhurriedly we pull our faces away, though we leave our foreheads touching. "Ivy?" I peer into her eyes. She doesn't look upset, but more calm and curious. She meets my eyes and asks, "What was that?" "A kiss. You do it with people you like." To my amazement Ivy leans forward and kisses me again. It's incredible as the first time. "That is my feeling towards you," she tells me as she leans back. She meets my eyes, her face flushed but determined. "I...am...really liking you, too." I smile and pull her to me, and we grasp each other like we never want to let go. She likes me. I like her. This can't get any better.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jodi Picoult

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kirstie Collins Brote

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. “You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

By Anonym 16 Sep

David Mitchell

I’d always worried but kissing’s not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe in.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Herrick

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Burns

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Amy Harmon

When you kissed me, Clyde? I felt more in that one pissed-off kiss than I felt in those three or four attempts at making love. And I realized it wasn't a lie, after all. That was the best kiss I've ever had. By far. So tell me what I have to do to earn another one, because embarrassingly enough, I always seem to be the girl begging for affection and even with a broken give-a-damn, I don't know how much more humiliation I can take.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Leonardo Dicaprio

The first kiss I had was the most disgusting thing in my life. The girl injected about a pound of saliva into my mouth, and when I walked away I had to spit it all out.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Amy Jacobson

That first kiss, it still has a way of making us nervous as teenagers, no matter how old we get.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Gaston Leroux

Then I came back to Christine. She was waiting for me..." Erik here rose solemnly. Then he continued, but, as he spoke, he was overcome by all his former emotion and began to tremble like a leaf: "Yes, she was waiting for me... waiting for me erect and alive, a real, living bride... as she hoped to be saved... And, when I... came forward, more timid than... a little child, she did not run away... no, no... she stayed... she waited for me... I even believe... daroga... that she put out her forehead... a little... oh, not too much... just a little... like a living bride... And... and... I... kissed her!... I!... I!... I!... And she did not die!... Oh, how good it is, daroga, to kiss somebody on the forehead!... You can't tell!... But I! I!... My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never... let me kiss her... She used to run away... and throw me my mask!... Nor any other woman... ever, ever!... Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And I fell at her feet, crying... and I kissed her feet... her little feet... crying. You're crying, too, daroga... and she cried also... the angel cried!..." Erik sobbed aloud and the Persian himself could not retain his tears in the presence of that masked man, who, with his shoulders shaking and his hands clutched at his chest, was moaning with pain and love by turns. "Yes, daroga... I felt her tears flow on my forehead... on mine, mine!... They were soft... they were sweet!... They trickled under my mask... they mingled with my tears in my eyes... they flowed between my lips... Listen, daroga, listen to what I did... I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!... And she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!" And Erik fell into a chair, choking for breath: "Ah, I am not going to die yet... presently I shall... but let me cry!... Listen, daroga... listen to this... While I was at her feet... I heard her say, 'Poor, unhappy Erik!'... And she took my hand!... I had become, no more, you know, than a poor dog ready to die for her... I mean it, daroga!... I held in my hand a ring, a plain gold ring which I had given her... which she had lost... and which I had found again... a wedding-ring, you know... I slipped it into her little hand and said, 'There!... Take it!... Take it for you... and him!... It shall be my wedding-present from your poor, unhappy Erik... I know you love the boy... don't cry any more!'.... She asked me, in a very soft voice, what I meant... Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her... but that she could marry the young man when she pleased, because she had cried with me and mingled her tears with mine!..." Erik's emotion was so great that he had to tell the Persian not to look at him, for he was choking and must take off his mask.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Uma Thurman

It was brief, swift, and then it was done. It was a professional job. I needed to be kissed, and I was kissed.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ranata Suzuki

A kiss…. ….. is just a kiss…. Until it’s all you reminisce. (Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Benson Bruno

Do you remember our first kiss? I do. Not a day goes by I don’t think of the feel of that bicuspid against my tongue. It had such a distinctive feel, neither cuspid nor molar…but I’m not sure it knew that – that was what endeared it to me so. It was like the blunted tusk of a wild boar.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dinesh Kumar Biran

He came like a whisper Left like a dream Nothing to prove he had ever been. But sweat on her brow and her trembling feet is the hint of a secret kiss on her lips....

By Anonym 14 Sep

Tom Brokaw

No text message will ever replace the first kiss.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Summer Hines

Cash leaned forward against her hand and Harper met him halfway. The kiss was powerful and demanding. Harper wrapped her arms around Cash, feeling his heartbeat against her chest. The kiss was more aggressive than either of them meant it to be, and, when they pulled apart, they were both breathing fast, like they had sprinted toward each other. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that,” Cash said, out of breath. “Eight years,” Harper murmured. “My whole life,” Cash corrected, leaning in again.