Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

We must believe what is good and true about the prophets, that they were sages, that they did understand what proceeded from their mouths, and that they bore prudence on their lips.

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

What I see in a lot of music movies, or rock 'n' roll movies, that feature a band is that they're lip-synching.

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance.

When government gets between my lips and my stomach; I call that invasion of privacy!

We slaughter one another in our words and attitudes. We slaughter one another in the stereotypes and mistrust that linger in our heads, and the words of hate we spew from our lips.

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

When I'm actually assembling a scene, I assemble it as a silent movie. Even if it's a dialog scene, I lip read what people are saying.

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you...

When I was young, to have a big nose, big lips or dark skin was the worst. You were the wretched.

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

When your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR-- breathing the life back into me.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

White boys do eat pussy better than everyone else, though, I will say that. Maybe it's those thin white-boy lips!

While briskly to each patriot lip Walks eager round the inspiring flip; Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit The quintessence of public spirit!

You can never go wrong with a nice red lip. I'm not afraid to wear it during the day or basically any time because I wear a lot of black and it's a great backdrop for it.

Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?

Words are like butter Rolling off my lips Cut like a knife And now I'm sinking battleships

Worship or prayer is not to be performed with the lips, but with the heart.

Yeah, because I'm the one with the long hair and the pouty lips right?

You appear in the Novelletten in every possible circumstance, in every irresistible form... They could only be written by one who knows such eyes as yours and has touched such lips as yours.

You don't lead by lip service, you lead by example.

You guys are related to Jonah Wizard?" Jake asked, his lip curled disdainfully. "And the other guy," Dan grumbled. "Vin Diesel's stunt double.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

You know how you're supposed to choose between playing up your eyes or your lips? I always choose lips. I love the drama.

You have witchcraft in your lips

You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.

You’re the world to me,” I whisper onto her lips. “I hope you never forget that.” “I’ll never forget,” she whispers back.. “But if I ever do, for whatever reason, I hope you’ll always find a way to remind me.” ...“Always.

Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.

Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind.

A kiss-goodnight Can last for hours Moaning into your mouth Licking the sweetness Of my lips Biting softly Holding on To the taste of yours Never wanting To let go Asking you To kiss me forever Asking the goodnight-kiss To become A kiss-good-morning A kiss-I-love-you An entwined faith Of two souls Becoming one In a single moment's kiss...

All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some pink, firmly round---a ring, a tender protection against the whole world. But these: a second ago they did not exist, and now--a knife slit--and the sweet blood will drip down.

And then in a moment of pure magic, our lips touch tenderly and sensitively!

Alone, all alone in the world, sad and small like a nightingale serenading the infinite. How could a love so tender and sweet become the cross of my pain? No, no, I can't conceive I won't receive your precious lips again. My eyes are tired of weeping, my heart of beating. If perhaps some crystal moment before dawn or twilight you remember me, bring only a bouquet of tears to lay upon my thirsty grave.

Amphora,” he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips, cupping smoothness cool and solid, timeless and graceful as the swell of ancient pottery, promising abundance. “Like a Grecian vase. God, you’ve got the most beautiful arse!” “Jug-butt, huh?

And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

and when his lips touched mine for the very first time . . . i knew he is the one

A vinal shine turns over shades of cerulean and jasper from her expressive lips, revealing a jewel-like surface beneath a light that remains colorfast in a kiss composed of infinite grace. Being in a state of rest, Nadia still makes me the center of attention, dovetailing in an erotic entwinement that impels me to knead her coiling flex. Her resplendent fullness macerated into my bosom now grants me a restful anodyne, enabling the allay of my inner soul.

A New Year has tiptoed in. Let’s go forward to meet it. Let’s welcome the 365 days it brings. Let’s live well with love in our hearts towards God and all people. Let’s walk through it’s corridors with praise songs on our lips.

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the ink and the letters fly away like dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Ba't ba naghahalikan ang mga utaw? Para magpalitan ng laway? Magdikit ang mga dila? Bakit hindi mga ilong na gaya sa ibang bansa, o kaya ay mga balikat? Bakit maski sa pisngi lang siya nahalikan ni Homer ay parang ang kaluluwa niya ang tinamaan ng nguso nito? At andito na rin lang tayo sa subject ng paghahalikan, me pagkakaiba ba kapag lalaki o babae o kapwa lalaki o kapwa babae ang mga ngusong nagdidikit? Paano ang mga walang nguso?

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.

Be careful of who becomes your friend and why. The person who will bite off your lips one day will have to first promise you a kiss today. Be careful of hypocrites.

Because I know it in my bones. You are the only female I desire, the only water that will quench my thirst, the only sun that will warm my skin, the only lips that were made for mine.

Don't be discouraged by people who tease you out of your dreams. What you have in your heart is bigger than what they have on their lips!

Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and me or only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hair and wore it around my neck like a necklace? That I kiss your hands more than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of love and that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?

He drew her very tenderly close and their lips met like starved hearts.

He kissed her because it came about quite naturally; he found sweetness sleeping still upon her lips, and felt that he had never been away.