Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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.

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

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 know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

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

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 kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

I like the feel of your name on my lips.

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--

I love a red lip, especially if I'm going out with friends.

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

I love wasting time and learning to lip-sync to songs; it's a silly hobby of mine.

I'm a terrible lip-syncer anyway because I have to be in the moment, and I can't lip-sync to something I recorded three months before.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

I’m giving you that chance now. (Stryker) It’s too late. Too many centuries have passed. There was a time when I lived only to hear a kind word from your lips. But that ship sank under an assault of bitterness that no amount of charm or guile will recover. (Zephyra)

I'm from Planet Nomi where I wear black lipstick so you can see my lips and what I am doing with them.

I'm the only actress in Hollywood who didn't pay to have these lips.

I'm really proud of myself because I've pared my beauty regimen down to a cream blush and berry-tinted lip balm, which has saved me so much time.

I'm the one who will not raise taxes. My opponent now says he'll raise them as a last resort, or a third resort. But when a politician talks like that, you know that's one resort he'll be checking into. My opponent, my opponent won't rule out raising taxes. But I will. And The Congress will push me to raise taxes and I'll say no. And they'll push, and I'll say no, and they'll push again, and I'll say, to them, Read my lips: no new taxes.

I’m going out to let my real talent show, not to just stand there and dance around. Personally, I’d never lip-synch. It’s just not me.

I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.

I must pour out my heart in the language which his Spirit gives me; and more than that, I must trust in the Spirit to speak the unutterable groanings of my spirit, when my lips cannot actually express all the emotions of my heart.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

I never stood in a public house bar and alcoholic drink never touched my lips.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!