Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray.

Have you met my boyfriend?” There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us.

Hear about the Californian terrorist that tried to blow up a bus? Burned his lips on the exhaust pipe. He can take his'n and beat your'n, then he can take your'n and beat his'n.

Heartbeat, why do you skip when my baby's lips meet mine?

He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.

He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

He jumped at the Giants face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye.

He licked at her lips."We are going to have some amazing children. The best this world has ever seen.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

Her lips were like large crimson polyps.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Her lips said 'no', but her eyes said 'read my lips'.

Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

He stood and went to read my pin as I approached. “America, is it?” he said, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, it is. And I know I’ve heard your name before, but could you remind me?

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word 'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.

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.

He dipped her low and kissed her fiercely, as if he were angry, and each time his lips left hers, even just for half a second, the most parching thirst ran through her, making her cry out.

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

Hi, I'm a buck tooth and I like to be outside past the lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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