Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.

His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.

How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.

I always carry lip balm and lipstick. Lipstick is a very important beauty product because I find that lips are the most beautiful feature of anyone's face.

I can feel glamorous without makeup, especially on my lips. They're naturally reddish, so I often let them go.

I am mistaken if a single epigram included fails to preserve at least some faint thrill of the emotion through which it had to pass before the Muse's lips let it fall, with however exquisite deliberation.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

I brought my lips down to hers, and it was like everything that had ever happened to me had simply been a warm-up for this moment, that this was where my life truly began.

I confess I hate to see the poor creatures hunted down but I bite my lip and keep quiet.

I can’t believe you bit me there,” she finally said. “But what I really can’t believe is how it felt.” A smile curved his lips. “There are perks to being a vampire. That is one of them. I’ll enjoy showing you the others.

I carry about eight lip balms: Burts Bees, Rosebud Salve, Eos.

I cant live without Eucerin cream, lip gloss, gum, nail polish, and sparkly things.

I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only half your lip; you may, however, if you please, withhold even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me a boon still greater, and even inexpressible? Keep this whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus.

I definitely am drawn to deeper reds and wine colors for lips and even cheeks during the holiday.

I defy anyone to produce any evidence that the word 'happy' has ever crossed my lips. I am not now, nor have I ever been, 'happy.'

I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

I drink a lot of water and I never leave the house without putting on moisturizer and lip gloss.

I didn't want to get that ring around my lips from practicing the trumpet, because I thought the girls wouldn't like me. So I never practiced.

I don't use my lips. I use my tongue to make - create the vowels.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

I enjoy watching a woman with really bad teeth and a good sense of humor struggling to use her lips and tongue to hide her teeth when she's laughing. I just stand there and tell her joke after joke after joke.

I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.

I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again." "As for my pleasure..." His lip twitched. "I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it." He crooked a finger at me. "Come here.

I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?” His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.” “Yeah, well, consider me an original.” This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. “I always have.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

If I had to teach someone just one thing about lip color it would be this: Find a lipstick that looks good on your face when you are wearing absolutely no makeup.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

If I have a pocket, then I'll have lip balm, my keys, and $10 cash.

If trust must be earned, hasn't God unequivocally earned our trust with the bark on the raw wounds, the thorns pressed into the brow, your name on the cracked lips.

If lips and life do not agree, the testimony will not amount to much.

I have to exfoliate my lips as they're quite a large surface area and sometimes when I wear lipstick, it goes all cakey. So I mix brown sugar with lip balm and just scrub it onto them.

If you use a positive word, the corners of your lips go upward and it makes you smile.

If you want to change the direction of your life, change the declaration of your lips

I got a tooth bust by somebody who decided they didn't like me and I thought the moustache hid a scar on my lip. It's true that people were told facial hair was not appreciated by the British public, but I just decided to keep the moustache.

I have a nice smile, pretty lips, and big round cheeks. They help me look like a teenager.

If your life does not worship God, your lips do not worship God either.

If you want an opinion concerning the Bible, why not take it from the lips of someone who has a real acquaintance with it.

If you want me just whistle. You know how to whistle don't you? Just put your lips together and blow.

I have already prepared my counter proposal. It reads thusly: you may strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly!

I have girlfriends who've had Botox and been left with lumps in their faces. And the lips, don't even get me started.

I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips

I hurt with the insatiate longing, until I feel that there will never be any relief until I take a long, deep, wild draught on your lips.

I just give lip service to being the greatest. He was the greatest.

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

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--