Best 474 quotes in «lips quotes» category

Throughout the slow burning of the day, the silver-skinned boy kissed the air with the ghost of moon-soaked lips, images circling his head and under his jaw, and paint spilled onto paper. He said he was not an artist, but the boy he remembered told him once that the language of art is such a sacred dream. And he believed him.

Time seemed to stop; the world around them stilled. There was only her. His thumb caressed at her lips, the lips he wanted to kiss. Katianna rolled her face in his palm—a caressing nuzzle and he stilled, his breath froze in his chest. A response. A submissive one at that. His heart, stilled fractured by that single nuance, but his loins burst with a wave of warmth. A response—it had been a response. Oh fuck he had to kiss her. His whole body was screaming for her now.

To become a better you, secure your dreams from the jaws of people who discredit your ambitions.

When distrust is so profound that it makes you wary of every word dripping from honeyed lips... It sharpens your instincts...Now for a woman, THAT is a powerful weapon...

Wet are the lips for the fire extinguish. (Humides sont les lèvres Pour le feu éteindre)

when whispered what an exquisite song, it makes- your name.

When your skin touched my skin And your lips touched my lips The whole Universe paused! And when your Soul Collided with my Soul That's when newer Stars And Galaxies were formed!

You can always tell what the pussy will be like, when you kiss the lips.

With kisses your mouth taught me my lips came to know fire.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.

You may think that real love is when ( I love you ) passes out from your lover's lips, but I think that real love is when you read ( I love you ) in your lover's eyes, without speaking!

Your heart the weight, Your two lips are its arms.

You need me to inspire you and remind you how wonderful you are. You need me to kiss you." He lowered his head and pressed his lips on her neck. "You need me to love you." "But more than that," he continued, "I need you. I need you to come home to. I need you to talk to and laugh with. I need you to love me back.

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

Your lips are on my lips, spirit to spirit, in a crystal darkness.

You taste like Strawberry stars On my lips.

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.

A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.

All questions rely on the present for their solution. Time measures nothing but itself. The word that is written may be postponed,but not that on the lip. If this is what the occasion says, let the occasion say it.

All great song, from the first day when human lips contrived syllables, has been sincere song.

Always, always powder your T-zone and the lines going from your nose down around your mouth so you don't look like a bulldog. When those areas are shiny, it's awful. And gloss will keep your lips from appearing dehydrated.

And I definitely do that very British thing of, take things with a pinch of salt, stiff upper lip, you know what I mean?

And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.

Anybody who can step out of the house with a pair of heels and some lipstick on their lips is my hero.

An old wine-bibber having been smashed in a railway collision, some wine was poured on his lips to revive him.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Any man who doesn't partake in cigar smoking is nothing more than a weak-willed, meandering oaf, and I would never put my lips to those of any creature, man or beast, whose lips were not fresh awash in the currents of cigar smoke.'

Anyone who lip-synchs in public on stage when you pay 75 pounds to see them should be shot.

Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?

A religion cannot be sustained by the number of its lip-followers denying in their lives its tenets.

A spiritual law that few recognize is that our confession rules us. It is what we confess with our lips that really dominates our inner being.

A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.

As a woman, I've learned that having a uniform of your staples or setting your look and saying what distinguishes you - like red lips or hair or whatever - leaves so much time for the rest of the day.

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

At the end I couldn't hear what the Queen was saying to me. But it was just great to see her lips moving.

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; -- not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.

... a wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss

A woman puts on a new dress eyeliner lip gloss to please others. A woman paints her toes to please herself. And if there was one thing I was familiar with it was pleasing...There's no way to finish that sentence without embarrassing myself.

Be careful about gossiping because loose lips really do sink ships.

Because a thing is eloquently expressed it should not be taken to be as necessarily true; nor because it is uttered with stammering lips should it be supposed false.

Did that remind anybody else of something?" "Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

Being a waitress can be a very brutal job sometimes, and I remember during the training, the person said to me, "The redder the lips, the better the tips," and that was like the only advice she gave me.