Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can’t kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be

Even in South Africa, the Commonwealth were not doing anything, and their attitude was to tolerate apartheid in South Africa. There was a lot of lip service being paid to the need to stop this practice, but nothing was done.

Ever since my daughter was born I feel the fleetingness of time. And I don't want to waste it on getting the perfect lip color.

Everybody pays lip service to the safety of the aeroplane, but nobody is prepared to pay for it.

Every man knows that slavery is a curse. Whoever denies this, his lips libel his heart.

Everyone should be praised by the lips of his neighbor, and not by his own mouth. Everyone should be commended by the work he has done, not by what he wanted to do.

Everything you declare with your lips will be tested in your life.

Forgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade

Every woman knows the art of saying no with the lips and yes with the rest

Fang," I said, my voice breaking. "Just live, okay? Live and be okay." With no warning, I leaned down and kissed his mouth, just like that. "Ow," he said, touching his split lip, then he and I stared at each other in shock.

God cannot leave us. It is just that our soul is so vast, we do not always feel His lips upon the veil.

God cannot hear the prayers on our lips often because the desires of our heart after the world cry out to Him much more strongly and loudly than the our desires for Him.

For lips, I'm into mauves, and I like a little shimmer. I have this Dior lip gloss I love right now called Pearl. It's pink and has shimmer. I don't like anything overdone.

For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.

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

God puts his ear so closely down to your lips that he can hear your faintest whisper.

God's best is for the believer to take His Word that says he is healed, put that Word in his heart, confess it with his lips, and allow it to be medicine to his flesh.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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

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

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.

Her lips were like large crimson polyps.

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

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

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

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

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

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.

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

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