Kiss Quotes

#1. I have to go home, Masi.
You are my home, bella. I am lost without you. He couldn't speak. There were no words to recoil the loss consuming him. Massimo brought his hands up to her face. Kissing her one last time. He had to for his sanity. And he did with great passion, knowing he'd hurt her face when she kissed him back. But she did. He heard the cry in her throat as their tongues danced. Warm tears touched his palms as they continued to kiss. His fingertips were wet with sadness. He kept on kissing her. Unable to stop, he needed ten more seconds. Ti amo, I love you. Please don't leave. I've waited my whole life for you. When he pulled his face back, she cried, and he realized he did also. #Quote by Avery Aster

#2. After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition. #Quote by Maggie Stiefvater

#3. 'Kiss Land' is the story after 'Trilogy'; it's pretty much the second chapter of my life. The narrative takes place after my first flight; it's very foreign, very Asian-inspired. When people ask me, 'Why Japan?' I simply tell them it's the furthest I've ever been from home. It really is a different planet. #Quote by The Weeknd

#4. I saw only a flash of green and gold before the warmth of Tamlin's body slammed into me and our lips met.
I couldn't kiss him deeply enough, couldn't hold him tightly enough, couldn't touch enough of him. Words weren't necessary.
I tore at his shirt, needing to feel the skin beneath one last time, and I had to stifle the moan that rose up in me as he grasped my breast. I didn't want him to be gentle - because what I felt for him wasn't at all like that. What I felt was wild and hard and burning, and so he was with me.
He tore his lips from mine and bit my neck - bit it as he had on Fire Night. I had to grind my teeth to keep myself from moaning and giving us away. This might be the last time I touched him, the last time we could be together. I wouldn't waste it.
My fingers grappled with his belt buckle, and his mouth found mine again. Our tongues danced - not a waltz or a minuet, but a war dance, a death dance of bone drums and screaming fiddles.
I wanted him - here.
I hooked a leg around his middle, needing to be closer, and he ground his hips harder against me, crushing me into the icy wall. I pried the belt buckle loose, whipping the leather free, and Tamlin growled his desire in my ear - a low, probing sort of sound that made me see red and white and lightning. #Quote by Sarah J. Maas

#5. Guinevere's lips started to tingle in expectation, and her heart beat at a dizzying, knee-weakening rate. She had to set her hands to his muscular shoulders so as not to drop into an embarrassing puddle of desire.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked, sounding every bit as devilish as he looked. If ever a man could lead a woman to be improper, it was him.
She couldn't speak, her thoughts spun so quickly, but her fingers curled in silent entreaty, and the sensation in her lips moved slowly down to the pit of her stomach. She was going to expire if he didn't kiss her. #Quote by Julie Johnstone

#6. Some politicians like to kiss babies. I like to kiss the baby's mommas. #Quote by Edwin Edwards

#7. You never know how great a kiss can feel, when you're stopped at the top of a Ferris wheel. #Quote by Freddy Cannon

#8. But for now let me say I love you
Later on there'll be time for so much more
But for now meaning now and forever
Let me kiss you my darling then once more
Once more

But for now let me say I love you
Later on I must know much more of you
But for now here and now how I love you
As you are in my arms I love you
I love you
I love you #Quote by Jamie Cullum

#9. I hear you talking to me in a dream
(Your kiss felt asleep on my lips)
I see you coming back from December
And slowly enter in my shelter
(Your warmth, which all my nights depend on)
You tell me about your immense love
(We can heal from certain wounds)
You tell me about your divine love
(It has the shape of your hands) #Quote by Emmanuelle Soni-Dessaigne

#10. I'm gonna take her away from you," he said.
He did not sound like he was joking.
The Boy could have fought for her, but the world is full of brave boys who limp home with their lips split and still no kiss good night. He was a rough fist-fighter himself and, my mother said, "could be mean as a scorpion." But my father's reputation, and his family's reputation, prevented a lot of violence in those days. A family that so routinely pulled knives on each other was not one you engaged without at least weighing the consequences. #Quote by Rick Bragg

#11. Let's get one thing straight. I kiss you because I want to fucking kiss you, because I like it and because you taste good. So don't think for one second that I have an ulterior motive. #Quote by K.M. Golland

#12. If I order an appetizer is there any chance I can get it quickly? I'm two and a half months pregnant with a Bradford," she said, not mentioning it was twins because the thought was actually starting to scare her and she hadn't told Trevor yet and didn't want him finding out this way. She just hoped the woman understood because she was close to crying. Judging by the slightly startled look on the woman's face she did.
The waitress shook her head. "No, you're right. You probably won't be able to survive the wait," she said, sending Trevor, who was still trying to get the woman to leave, a glare. "I'll bring you out a bowl of clam chowder followed by chicken fingers, they'll only take a few minutes to prepare. Will that work?"
Zoe nodded solemnly. "You are my hero."
"I'll put a rush on your food," the waitress said before walking away.
"Bless you," Zoe said, fighting the urge to kiss the woman. #Quote by R.L. Mathewson

#13. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. #Quote by Maggie Stiefvater

#14. In the sacraments, spirit and matter "kiss." Heaven and earth embrace in a union that will never end. #Quote by Christopher West

#15. His grey eyes were shadowed, mysterious, and she sensed the power within him, saw the hard lines of his expressive mouth soften momentarily as he murmured:
"What a girl!" His free hand reached out to touch her face, and she could scarcely breathe. "Let me - go," but the last word was lost as his lips came down on hers in a brief hard kiss that held no passion, only insult. Incensed, she tried to push him away and was imprisoned within the circle of his arms instantly Helpless, overpowered, she jerked her head to escape further punishment and he took hold of her hair and held her completely helpless as he kissed her a second time. Harder still, ruthless - only this time something changed. Quite suddenly the kiss no longer hurt her. She found herself melting into a delirious response. found to her horror that she was enjoying it, discovered that the imprisoning arms that held her were not steel bands after all, but were warm and wonderful instead... #Quote by Mary Wibberley

#16. Nick came right up into Becca's space and, without a word, buried his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth. It was the kind of kiss that could change a woman's life. #Quote by Laura Kaye

#17. In fairy tales," her mother used to say, "no one ever says I love you. They give food and they kiss. That's what love is made of. #Quote by Jacqueline Sweet

#18. I see -
Your bare skin
Shining the sun of spring
Your neck refreshed
By an indolent breeze
Your tangled hair
Our lips shared
I see -
The ultimate landscape of your beauty. #Quote by Emmanuelle Soni-Dessaigne

#19. Everyone would remember Peter for nineteen minutes of his life, but what about the other nine million? Lacy would be the keeper of those, because it was the only way for that part of Peter to stay alive. For every recollection of him that involved a bullet or a scream, she would have a hundred others: of a little boy splashing in a pond, or riding a bicycle for the first time, or waving from the top of a jungle gym. Of a kiss good night, or a crayoned Mother's Day card, or a voice off-key in the shower. She would string them together - the moments when her child had been just like other people's. She would wear them, precious pearls, every day of her life; because if she lost them, then the boy she had loved and raised and known would really be gone. #Quote by Jodi Picoult

#20. It shouldn't be so complicated," she begins, "to want to kiss you and just do it even where people can see. #Quote by Six De Los Reyes

#21. Did he suggest taking you for a walk in the moonlight?"
"How did you know?"
Virginia sighed. "That's what he does. I think it's a kind of challenge for him-to see if he can get young women to let him steal a kiss. If he succeeds..." She trailed off with a frown.
"If he succeeds, then what?" Celia prodded.
"Frankly, I'm not sure. That's as far as the girls ever get in complaining to me about him. First, they tell me he kissed them and it was like communing on some 'ethereal plane.'" She snorted. "Then they protest that they were sure he loved them. And then they start crying. It all goes downhill from there."
"You don't think he actually-"
"No!" She chewed on her lip. "That is, I don't think so. It's hard to know with Pierce. He's so unpredictable." Her gaze met Celia's. "But I'd hate to think of him getting you off alone and attempting-"
"You needn't worry about that," Celia said. "That's what I have Betty for."
"Betty?"
Celia reached into her reticule and pulled out her ladies' pocket pistol.
Virginia leapt back. "Oh, my word! Does your family know you carry that around?"
"I doubt it. I don't think they'd approve."
"I should say not!" Virginia surveyed it curiously. "Is it loaded?"
"Only with powder. There's no ball."
"Thank heaven for that. Still, aren't you worried it will go off by itself?"
"No. It has two protections to keep it from firing accidentally. I made sure of that when I purchased it." Sh #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#22. I knew your kiss would lay me open. #Quote by Shayne McClendon

#23. ... and to all you other cats and chicks out there, sweet or otherwise, buried deep in wordy tombs, who never yet have walked from off the page, a shake and a hug and a kiss and a drink. Cheers! #Quote by Gilbert Sorrentino

#24. She didn't want the kiss to end. It was magical, delicious, like a hundred dreams come true wrapped up in one heated embrace. With the snow fluttering down outside and the Christmas tree lights gleaming beside them, the moment seemed perfect. Better than she ever could have imagined. #Quote by RaeAnne Thayne

#25. It occurred to me that the moment in space and time before lips touch, the small exquisite sting of wanting, a beat of thirst, of yearning, was the most underrated part of kissing. There should be sonnets and epic poems written about the space before a kiss, and the thrilling rush that comes with the moment of contact. #Quote by Natasha Boyd

#26. Woke up screaming with no sound. The room filling with a bluish water called dawn. Went to kiss grandma on the forehead just in case. #Quote by Ocean Vuong

#27. I was there that first night her called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures. Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you. #Quote by Stephanie Perkins

#28. Making love requires no thought. You move as the fronds of a palm tree move in the breeze. It is all instinct. All wonder. When you love someone, your lips are incomplete until they are oiled by a kiss. You can say 'I love you' a thousand ways but you can say it better with silence and a kiss. #Quote by Chloe Thurlow

#29. Women were glad when he came into their lives. It was not boasting. Women smiled for him; even when he left them, they smiled as if they would welcome him back. That was all he ever really wanted from women; a smile, a dance, a kiss, and to be remembered foundly. #Quote by Robert Jordan

#30. Well, I think it's possible to love someone and still be curious about someone else. And I think you should be able to act on that impulse without impunity. But in our society, where monogamy rules despite all the evidence that it doesn't work, a person is demonized for wanting to break from that traditional model of relationships. I think you can love someone, truly love someone, and still be drawn to someone
else. Enough to want to kiss that other person, just to see what it would be like. Or maybe to help confirm that what you've got is better than what else is out there. Because isn't the desire alone a form of betrayal? So what further harm does it do to put those thoughts into action? Ideally, you would be able just to go back to the person you love after you've kissed that other person and discovered it wasn't as
interesting as you thought it would be, which I would imagine would be the case most of the time. And in the event that itis unexpectedly amazing, isn't it better to have experienced that moment of bliss rather than imagine what it could have been like? #Quote by Megan McCafferty

#31. You've got a mouth like a razor blade, it cuts so deep.
So kiss my wrists and my neck, give me eternal sleep. #Quote by Oli Sykes

#32. The chandelier was wearing on its rubber support and the crack at the side of the ceiling hold was getting bigger. "One day that's going to fall on us and spear you through the heart," he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes. #Quote by Kate Chisman

#33. Let us thank God for valour in abstraction
For those who go their own way, will not kiss
The arse of law and order nor compound
For physical comfort at the price of pride #Quote by Louis MacNeice

#34. Every time I kiss you, I taste the rest of my life. I wont stop fighting for you until you taste yours, too."
Aaron Stone #Quote by Emma Hart

#35. Who we loved wasn't always a choice. Sometimes it was an irresistible pull, a gravitational force, something we couldn't see or control that drew us toward another. Sure, we could try to fight it. But in the end, love always won because it didn't fight fair. It had a secret weapon, a tool of sheer force to use against us - our heart. And once that son of a bitch got involved, you could kiss away all options you thought might exist. #Quote by J. Sterling

#36. O moon! I may not be able to reach you or touch you with my hands, but I will never forget to kiss your silvery twinkling lips with my lovely eyes. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#37. She really is breathtaking, even first thing in the morning.
Before I even realize what I'm doing, I rub my fingertips down her smooth cheek. Her eyelids flutter shut, making me want to kiss them. #Quote by M. Leighton

#38. Her heart nearly burst as she at last plunged into his embrace in one wild rush, screaming out her need, her love, her completion, wanting only to know his name so she might give everything of herself to him. His glowing smile was for her and her alone. His lips were for her and her alone. She closed that last bit of space toward him, longing to at last kiss the love of her life, the mate to her soul, the one and only true passion in all of life.
His lips were there, at last, she fell into his outstretched arms, into his embrace, into his perfect kiss.
In that flawless instant when her lips were just touching his, she saw through him, just beyond him, the merciless unyeilding valley floor hurtling up toward her, and she knew at last his name.
Death. #Quote by Terry Goodkind

#39. He pauses for only a fraction of a second. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, and the whole world powers off, the moon and the rain and the sky and the streets, and it's just the two of us in the dark, alive, alive, alive. #Quote by Lauren Oliver

#40. What do you mean fainted?
Took a dive, kissed the pavement. Swooned like a southern belle after her first kiss. Had a dreadful case of the vapors. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#41. Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.
I shall feel it."
She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:
"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you. #Quote by Victor Hugo

#42. God, I love men." She got up from the desk, walked to him, cupped his face in her hands and
gave him a smacking kiss on the mouth. "You're just so cute."
One hard tug on her hand had her tumbling into his lap. An instant later her quick laugh was cut
off, and her heart pounding.
He hadn't kissed her this way before, with impatience and heat and hunger all mixed together in a
near brutal assault. He hadn't kissed her as if he couldn't get enough. Would never get en #Quote by Nora Roberts

#43. She started out of the kitchen, then stopped and put her hand on my shoulder, bending down to kiss me gently on the forehead. She smelled like vanilla and Joy perfume, and suddenly I felt like I might start crying again. "You really scared me, Caitlin," she said, smiling as she brushed her fingers through my hair. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you." I could tell her, I told myself. I could tell her right now and fix this. I could say that he hits me and I hate cheerleading and I miss Cass but I know why she left and I wish I could make everything better but I can't, I can't, I can't even tell you where it hurts, not now. "Don't worry," I said instead, as she ruffled my hair and walked away, my mother, to do what she did best, to take care of me. "I'm fine. #Quote by Sarah Dessen

#44. A story-book hero had by definition no place in life; he battered his way through twenty victorious chapters, faded out on a lustful kiss, and was gone for good. #Quote by Mary Stewart

#45. They broke the hug and shared a tremendous kiss, all sloppy and loud, full of fun and full of lust, as only dwarves could do. #Quote by R.A. Salvatore

#46. Though he may dally with loose women, he's been raised a gentleman. He would never touch me unless I gave him permission." He might use incredibly powerful seduction tactics, but that was her problem, not Angus's.
"Aye," Mary said. "Don't ye remember how the miss took care o' the squire's son when he tried to kiss her in the garden?" She beamed at Sophia. "That was well done."
Sophia grinned. "He limped for a week"
Angus grunted. "The squire's son isn't half the man this one is. This is no boy ye're dealin' with here. He's a man's man;ye can see it in his eyes."
She placed a hand on his arm. "Angus, if it will make you feel better, I promise to call for help if MacLean so much as looks askance at me. #Quote by Karen Hawkins

#47. The kiss turned Liam dumb. Stone-cold, the-world-could-blow-up-around-him-and-he-wouldn't-care stupid. #Quote by Avery Flynn

#48. Who are you?" she asked.
"A man who will do anything for another kiss."
"Just a kiss?"
"Nay. I want it all, but I'll take whatever you give me."
The world faded away as his head bent to her. A dark lock of hair fell forward and tickled her cheek. Hal's pale blue eyes ensnared her, trapped her. Captured her.
And then his lips were on hers. #Quote by Donna Grant

#49. They all turned to Lirah, waiting.
"We'll kill each other, Priestling," she said softly, but her eyes were bright.
"I'll win most arguments, but you'll get used to it," he said.
She came to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She kissed De Lancey as well. "And thank you."
Gargarin took her hand. "And what about mine?" he asked. "I'm the brilliant architect. #Quote by Melina Marchetta

#50. He said if he were lucky enough to get back to the car, it would be because of Lily's kindness and mercy. He wanted her to know how grateful he was - in advance. Before he unzipped his pants, before he said just a kiss and pushed her down, he wanted her to know she had a choice. #Quote by Emily Fridlund

#51. Liam stared at her, his gaze glittering hot with something she was afraid to identify because it made her knees weak and she couldn't breathe from the intensity and pace of her heart pounding away in her chest.
He wanted to kiss her.
He didn't want to want to kiss her - she could read that in his expression, as well - but she knew he did. And right, then. Cop or not - mistake that it would be - she wanted him to kiss her, too. #Quote by Kay Stockham

#52. Give me kisses! Nay, 'tis true
I am just as rich as you;
And for every kiss I owe,
I can pay you back, you know.
Kiss me, then,
Every moment, and again. #Quote by John Godfrey Saxe

#53. Travel"

Sometimes I know I love you better
than all the others I kiss it's funny

but it's true and I wouldn't roll
from one to the next so fast if you

hadn't knocked them all down like
ninepins when you roared by my bed

I keep trying to race ahead and catch
you at the newest station or whistle

stop but you are flighty about
schedules and always soar away just

as leaning from my taxicab my breath
reaches for the back of your neck #Quote by Frank O'Hara

#54. Don't talk so horribly,' she scolded. 'It is quite natural. I like you too. You, too, have something nice about you that endears you and marks you out. I wouldn't have you different. One oughtn't to talk of these things and want them accounted for. Listen, when you kiss my neck or my ear, I feel that I please you, that you like me. You have a way of kissing as though you were shy, and that tells me: "You please him. He is grateful to you for being pretty." That gives me great, great pleasure. And then again with another man it's just to opposite that pleases me, that he kisses me as though he thought little of me and conferred a favor. #Quote by Hermann Hesse

#55. (about her teen years) My admirers all said the same thing in different ways. It was my fault, their wanting to kiss and hug me. #Quote by Marilyn Monroe

#56. Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet,
O love, to lay down fear at love's fair feet;
Shall not some fiery memory of his breath
Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death?
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot - die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,
Yet once more ere thou hate me, one full kiss;
Keep other hours for others, save me this.
Yea, and I will not (if it please thee) weep,
Lest thou be sad; I will but sigh, and sleep.
Sweet, does death hurt? thou canst not do me wrong:
I shall not lack thee, as I loved thee, long.
Hast thou not given me above all that live
Joy, and a little sorrow shalt not give?
What even though fairer fingers of strange girls
Pass nestling through thy beautiful boy's curls
As mine did, or those curled lithe lips of thine
Meet theirs as these, all theirs come after mine;
And though I were not, though I be not, best,
I have loved and love thee more than all the rest.
O love, O lover, loose or hold me fast,
I had thee first, whoever have thee last;
Fairer or not, what need I know, what care?
To thy fair bud my blossom onc #Quote by Algernon Charles Swinburne

#57. The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she'd downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot. #Quote by Kelly Moran

#58. He pulled her into the alley between the restaurant and the art gallery next door, pushed her up against the cool brick of the building and kissed her.
It was not a searching, tentative kiss. It was urgent and fiercely demanding, as were the hands that skimmed down her shoulders to her hips. #Quote by Norah Wilson

#59. The key to the Shadow Fold is finally within our grasp, and right now, I should be in the war room, hearing their report. I should be planning our trip north. But I'm not, am I?" My mind had shut down, given itself over to the pleasure coursing through me and the anticipation of where his next kiss would land. "Am I?" he repeated and he nipped at my neck. I gasped and shook my head, unable to think. He had me pushed up against the door now, his hips hard against mine. "The problem with wanting," he whispered, his mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, "is that it makes us weak." And then, at last, when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, he brought his mouth down on mine. His #Quote by Leigh Bardugo

#60. Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass? #Quote by Julie Kagawa

#61. Later, when Henry is told he may kiss his bride, and he takes her in his arms . . . I've never seen such a look on a man's face. Like he's holding a star, a cherished, sacred piece of heaven, in his very hands.
It's in that moment that I realize and accept - when Ellie walks down the aisle to me, and we say our vows and trade our rings . . . I'll be looking at her in exactly the same way.
I look at her that way now. #Quote by Emma Chase

#62. How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you. #Quote by Phar West Nagle

#63. He adjusts our hands, his fingers warm around mine.

And then he looks down at me, and his eyes say all the things he cannot. His gaze holds mine as we dance slowly, and I silently tell him that I'll always carry him in my heart, and he silently tells me that in another place, another time, we'd have been pretty damn close to perfect.

'For what it's worth' - his hand slips into my hair and he strokes his thumb along my jaw - 'and because we're finally being honest with each other, you're just about my favourite person in the world, and it was the single most spectacular kiss of my whole life. #Quote by Josie Silver

#64. A man should kiss his wife's navel every day. #Quote by Nell Kimball

#65. That is beside the point," I said, not giving him the satisfaction that he was right about anything, especially that I wanted to kiss him, although now that he brought it up, I was thinking about it. His kissable lips were very close to mine. #Quote by Monica Alexander

#66. I don't think you should feel about a film. You should feel about a woman, not a movie. You can't kiss a movie. #Quote by Jean-Luc Godard

#67. Can I kiss you?" And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. "Your kisses are like sugar woman." He would tell her affectionately. "So sweet." He would close in on her and then ask softly, "Please spend the night with me. #Quote by Keira D. Skye

#68. Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive. #Quote by Jeri Smith-Ready

#69. The man can kiss like it's an Olympic event and he's going for the gold. #Quote by Sherryl Woods

#70. Oh, boy, he could kiss. #Quote by Charlaine Harris

#71. My whole life I've been ordered about. Now I shall give the orders." I've never seen Felicity so wounded. "Not me," she says. "I never ordered you about." "Oh, Fee." The old Pippa surfaces for just a moment, hopeful and childlike. She pulls Felicity to her. Something I cannot name passes between them, and then Pip's lips are on Fee's in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their fingers entwined in each other's hair. And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them - the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship. A blush spreads across my neck at the thought. How could I not have seen it before? #Quote by Libba Bray

#72. There is strange, and yet not strange, is the kiss. It is strange because it mixes silliness with tragedy, and yet not strange because there is good reason for it. There is shaking by the hand. That should be enough. Yet a shaking of hands is not enough to give a vent to all kinds of feeling. The hand is too hard and too used to doing all things, with too little feeling and too far from the organs of taste and smell, and far from the brain, and the length of an arm from the heart. To rub a nose like the blacks, that we think is so silly, is better, but there is nothing good to the taste about the nose, only a piece of old bone pushing out of the face, and a nuisance in winter, but a friend before meals and in a garden, indeed. With the eyes we can do nothing, for if we come too near, they go crossed and everything comes twice to the sight without good from one or other.

There is nothing to be done with the ear, so back we come to the mouth, and we kiss with the mouth because it is part of the head and of the organs of taste and smell. It is temple of the voice, keeper of breath and its giving out, treasurer of tastes and succulences, and home of the noble tongue. And its portals are firm, yet soft, with a warmth, of a ripeness, unlike the rest of the face, rosy, and in women with a crinkling of red tenderness, to the taste not in compare with the wild strawberry, yet if the taste of kisses went , and strawberries came the year round, half of joy would be gone from #Quote by Richard Llewellyn

#73. For them it's out-of-date and outmoded to perform miracles; teaching the people is too like hard work, interpreting the holy scriptures is for schoolmen and praying is a waste of time; to shed tears is weak and womanish, to be needy is degrading; to suffer defeat is a disgrace and hardly fitting for one who scarcely permits the greatest of kings to kiss the toes of his sacred feet; and finally, death is an unattractive prospect, and dying on a cross would be an ignominious end. #Quote by Desiderius Erasmus

#74. It was a kiss born of thunderstorms and the wild loneliness of the night. It was hot, fierce, and needy. #Quote by Leigh LaValle

#75. That should have been my first kiss and every kiss after that. #Quote by Daniele Lanzarotta

#76. I jumped up, my hands in the air. "Yes!"
Lend laughed. "Okay, looks like I need to make a run to the grocery store. Do faeries hate wheat or white bread more, you think?"
"Get bread with raisins," I said. "Everyone hates raisins."
Jack was bouncing, obviously excited. "That's all we need, right?"
"We need Reth."
"No," Lend and Jack whined in unison.
"Come on, you two. Reth knows the Faerie Realms better than you do. Jack, you didn't see where the people were; it might take you a while to find them, and that's time we can't afford to lose. And Reth's getting worse; being there might give him more time."
Lend scowled, grabbing the car keys off the counter. "Fine. But I'm really getting tired of his stupid smirk and prissy clothes."
Jack nodded. "And his voice that sounds like it'd even taste good. Really, it's overkill. Best to have only a few absolutely perfect traits - for example, my hair and eyes and sparkling personality - so you don't overwhelm them."
"Aww, are you guys jealous of how pretty Reth is? That's kind of adorable."
"You know I could look exactly like him," Lend said, frowning darkly.
"Please for the love of all that is good and holy, never, ever wear Reth. That's the stuff of nightmares."
That brightened his face a bit and he left me with a lingering kiss and a promise to be back with every loaf of bread we could carry.
"Well, go find your stupid faerie boyfriend," Jack said, lying down on top of #Quote by Kiersten White

#77. That was magic, sweetest." The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. "Did she think it a wave of the hands? A slip of the tongue?" A kiss upon her skin. She could see the woman reaching out and taking her in hand, kissing each finger as though they were her possessions. Then it was gone. Charlotte blinked. The woman had not stirred. "Not all things are so simple. I was he and he was me and I took your poison into myself, and made it his. All things join beneath the earth. I burned, then so did he. More will burn. Come hair or wool, more will burn. #Quote by Chris Galford

#78. Patrick's entire front torso was covered with gruesome stab wounds. Like he'd been run through again and again with a sharp knife - and it hadn't been an accident.
"Oh, love," I whispered. "What did you do to yourself?"
Hot tears stung my eyes as I began to trace his scars with my fingertips, leaning in to kiss them softly, one by one.
"Sui Caedere," he said. "I couldn't live without you. #Quote by Jess Rothenberg

#79. It's OK to do cute little things like kissing a turtle, but you can't kiss another person because he's a different color? Give me a break. And you have to remember, I'm from Dallas, Texas. #Quote by Aaron Spelling

#80. I've got so much inside me I have no idea about. I'm like the mayor of a city I've never seen."

He smiles at my phrasing. "If you knew the kind of little miracles happening every moment you breathe in, you wouldn't be able to handle it. A valve could close and not open; an artery could split, you could die. At any moment. It's nothing but miracles inside your tiny city." He presses a kiss to my temple.

"Holy shit." I clutch at him.

"You wouldn't believe the stats on people who go to bed one night and never wake up. Normal, healthy people who aren't even old."

"Why would you tell me this? Is this what you think about?"

There's the longest pause. "I used to. Not so much anymore."

"I think I preferred it when I thought I was full of white bones and red goo. Why am I now thinking about dying tonight?"

"Now you see why I can't do small talk. #Quote by Sally Thorne

#81. Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a force I couldn't control, a tiny thread that tethered my soul to his. With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical. His hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around his wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed. His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.

"Kiss you now?" he asked.

I couldn't speak; a wilted no was my reply.

His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#82. If I was not allowed to mention that I was in the film industry, I could go six months without getting a kiss. #Quote by Peter Farrelly

#83. This kiss was better than any climb or bungee jump or zip line. Better than any other kiss. Damn him. #Quote by Robin Bielman

#84. Lula," I said, "do you ever think about getting married?"
I guess I do. Doesn't everybody?"
You have to let your husband kiss you once you're married. And you have to kiss him back."
No," she said.
Yes." I nodded, as if I knew everything there was to know about husbands and wives kissing. "That's what they do together."
Do you have to?"
Oh, absolutely. It's the law."
I never heard of that law," she said dubiously.
It's true, it's Texas law," I said. #Quote by Jacqueline Kelly

#85. Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it. #Quote by Robert Breault

#86. Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke out from the nearby hill. Simon, Isabelle, and Alec waved at them. Jace bowed while Clary stepped back slightly sheepishly, hooking her thumbs into the belt of her jeans
Jace sighed. "Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?"
"Unfortunately, that's the only kind of friends we have. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#87. She smiled and it was the kind of smile you give to someone who can make you want to throttle them and kiss them all at the same time. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#88. I knew the promise I was about to break.the one that started with a question. Words would be spoken. A vow would be made. A ring would be exchanged and a kiss would be placed #Quote by Shey Stahl

#89. The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips.
He enticed, he tempted.
He tantalized, he seduced.
And it was glorious. #Quote by Donna Grant

#90. KISS Procrastination Away: Keep It Super Simple, Keep It Step-by-Step, Keep It Scheduled and Systematic. #Quote by Lisa A. Mininni

#91. In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you'll never see again. #Quote by Neil Gaiman

#92. A muffled voice startled them both.
"When are you going to kiss her?"
They pulled away. In the ballroom windows, noses and hands pressed against the glass, were the girls. They stood among the prickly rosebushes, beaming wicked little grins. Delphinium and Eve whispered and giggled to each other; Bramble wore a magnificent grin on her face and a spark of light in her yellow-green eyes.
Another figure stood among them. This one had his arms folded across his chest, stiff and firm and formal ...
... Yet he did not look displeased. #Quote by Heather Dixon

#93. Autumn killed the summer with the softest kiss. #Quote by D.J

#94. Dancer," she chided, "I promise you, no mother would rather lose her child."
Lifting his head, he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while a sad smile played at the edges of his lips. "That's you speaking. You don't know my mother. I promise you, she would rather see me dead than be dishonored."
"Then tell them I raped you."
He arched an amused brow at that.
"I could have drugged you first. I did kiss you without your consent."
"And my lips thank you for that. #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#95. His eyes search mine. "So why did I want to meet you today? Because I haven't been able to stop wanting to meet you for ten years. Because I want you. I want to kiss you again. I want to learn everything about you, everything about what you love and hate, what you study, what you want for your future." He reaches up, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. "I want you to be mine. #Quote by Sierra Simone

#96. Was true love when you wanted to slap someone and kiss him madly at the same time? #Quote by Nancy Werlin

#97. That's okay - you know why? Because I could. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat if anything laid a hand on you, I swear to God I would.
It was a surprise, how fierce the words came out. Also a surprise - how hard he kissed her after she'd said it. In fact, it wasn't a kiss at all. It came out much more like he'd decided to bury himself in her, immediately. As though he could just suffocate inside her body if he really tried hard enough. #Quote by Charlotte Stein

#98. Put your arms around my waist,
Hold me close for a kiss and savour the taste,
I love you now I love you true,
Can I drown please in your eyes so blue?
Let's hang our hearts on a crescent moon,
And skinny-dip in starlit lakes to loves sweet tune,
Let's dance on boithrins grassy line,
And waltz 'Neath the canopied leaves of nature fine.
Lets sit afore fires on a winters night
Let me read you poetry aloud by candlelight,
Let's lay under the skylight and tell constellations apart,
And I'll remind you of the place you have in my heart. #Quote by Michelle Geaney

#99. The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it. #Quote by Christine Keeler

#100. Hell and Heaven are states of being, not destinations. They are worlds we carry within. Don't expect to find angels and demons -- not in the way you've envisioned them. As God is called Allah, so Man is called Monster. Don't be fooled by titles. Call a skunk a rose and it will continue to reek.

Hydras do not crawl out from between the weatherworn pages of fairytale anthologies. On the contrary, they ride the subway and order food at the local drive-through and enjoy stolen kisses at the cinema. Only one head is visible to the naked eye. They tend to avoid reflective surfaces.

Each head is a sin: each belch of fire is a sin put to action. But you should know that the shadows differ. There may be seven heads, or three, or one. Those with one head are particularly tricky. Who's to say if they're human or hydra? You'd have to kiss them, bite them. You would know them by their mouth. The name of their sin is tattooed on the inside of their bottom lip, so they can lick and taste its sweetness. #Quote by Angela Panayotopulos

#101. And I also appreciate the fact that, hell, you can kiss my ass! #Quote by Stone Cold Steve Austin

#102. To send a kiss by messenger. #Quote by Idries Shah

#103. Are you my girl?" He sounded breathless. His whole body vibrating with anticipation.
"How can I be your girl when you haven't even kissed me yet?" I asked boldly.
"I'm scared to kiss you," he whispered, his lips quivering, his green eyes full.
...
"I want to be yours," I told him sincerely.
Yoss reached up and covered my hand with his. "I want to be yours," he echoed. #Quote by A Meredith Walters

#104. Every time two boys kiss, it opens up the world a little bit more. #Quote by David Levithan

#105. He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac's good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I'm a moron, and read the signals wrong?" He steamrolled ahead before I could respond. "I get it, I'm the beast of jackass past and present, but I'm sure I didn't read you wrong, Heather. Fuck ... " Ry closed his eyes in pain.
Oh no, he's doubting himself and me all because I didn't follow my self-guided principles of right and wrong. "Kiss me," I whispered. #Quote by Beth Mikell

#106. He meant to go lightly, cautiously, sweetly. First kiss, first date. But she curled her fingers in his hair, pressed her hot little body against his, and kissed him back as if they had been dating for a good long while! As if he wanted him like he wanted her.

Now this was more like it. #Quote by Terry Spear

#107. Nicole had no right to be jealous.Hell,she didn´t even have a reason.They might have some sort of physical chemistry thing going on,but there wasn´t anything emotional.Nothing.She didn´t even like Riker.Liar."There´s nothing to finish,"she said.
"Nothing to finish?You wondered why sex with a vampire was such a big deal.I´m going to show you."Riker moved toward her,slowly,like a cat sneaking up on a bird."Stamina."He stepped closer."Multiple orgasms."Closer,and her mouth went dry."Flexibility."Closer.Her skin flushed hot."Strenght."Closer.Her stomach did a flip-flop."The ability to sense heat so we know what parts of the body are the most sensitive at the right time."Closer.A throbbing ache started low in her pelvis."The ability to hear the slightest change in the tempo of your pulse so we know exactly how every stroke,kiss,and lick effects you."
Oh.Dear.lord. #Quote by Larissa Ione

#108. You put on a bishop's robe and miter, he pondered, and walk around in that, and people bow and genuflect and like that, and try to kiss your ring, if not your ass, and pretty soon you're a bishop. So to speak. What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows. #Quote by Philip K. Dick

#109. There should always be another kiss
And another after that #Quote by Kim Holden

#110. Oh man, Alex. That's sad. Seriously, mate, go get yourself laid."
"What?" He gave Baldrick a quick kiss on his little head
he didn't care how stupid he looked, he loved his ugly cat
and put him down on his kitty bed in the corner.
"Isn't that what single sad people do
get cats when they've given up on human companionship? #Quote by L.A. Gilbert

#111. MOMENTS

I saw you first
You looked exactly
The same as before
Tall and awkward and shy
I walked towards you
My hands clammy
I felt cold inside
My insides were shaking
Cant run
This is it.

U saw me
Your face brightened
A smile painted on your face
I missed it
Your smile
It brought back the past

You walked
I walked
Nearer
It feels like in the
Movies
Two people
A boy and a girl
Meeting halfway
Hoping for a happy
Ever after

I stopped
Right before I reached you
I realized
This isn't like the movies
I turned
I told myself
Don't smile

You reached me
Close
So close
I felt the urge
To touch you
Hug you
And maybe
Kiss you

There weren't Hellos
Only silent prayers
Smiling
You reached for my hand
Giving me something
You knew I love

It was awkward
You standing there
Me standing there
So close
Too close
Yet so far

I looked up to you
I tried to ask myself
Are you for real?
You smiled wider
Shy but happy

You left as fast
As you came back
It was for a second
I hated time
I wished it was
A little bit longer

With that,
I knew
I still want you. #Quote by Marianne Escobar

#112. The artist sang of dreams and a home. Blake moved slowly with Livia, and she could feel the lyrics vibrating in his chest as he sang softly with the music. Livia tilted her head so she could watch him mouth home. She loved the word on his lips and touched them with her fingertips. Blake stopped singing to kiss her hand. He took his gaze off of Livia to take in the guests surrounding the dancefloor. While the couple danced, the partygoers had lit floating lanterns. Blake and Livia were now surrounded by huge, glowing orbs. #Quote by Debra Anastasia

#113. He kissed her. And she kissed him. And it was infatuation, and it was hunger, and it was longing to be loved, and it was an all-consuming fire so hot it devoured worry and loneliness and fear and time and being and thought itself. They kissed, embracing, flying, and for a hundred heartbeats, there was no war, no death, no pain, nothing hard, nothing terrible, nothing but warmth and acceptance. #Quote by Brent Weeks

#114. Meg was all natural. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, but her skin was so smooth, dotted with angel kisses, as his mother called freckles. He wanted to trace those freckles with his tongue, kiss each one and see if they covered her whole body or only parts kissed by the sun. #Quote by Tamara Hoffa

#115. Blessing the boats
(at saint mary's)
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back
may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that #Quote by Lucille Clifton

#116. you don't need big reasons to love a woman. And the size of the love has nothing to do with the size of the reason. Sometimes one word she says is enough. Sometimes only the line of the hip, like a poppy stem. And sometimes it's how her lips look when she says 'seven' or 'thirteen.' Look and see, with 'seven' the lips are starting out like with a kiss. Then you see the teeth are touching the lips a moment to make the 'v.' And then the mouth is opening a little … like this … se-ven. See? And with 'thirteen,' the tip of the tongue is peeping out for the 'th.' Then the mouth is opening and the tongue is touching the top of the mouth at the end. #Quote by Meir Shalev

#117. I think you give our relationship too much credit. I irritate the hell out of Curran and he found a way to pester me. It's nothing."
"You may be right," Raphael said.
"His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I'm not it."
"A can-I girl?" Andrea frowned.
I leaned back. "'Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can I pick out your fleas, Your Majesty? Can I kiss your ass, Your Majesty? Can I . . .'"
It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the point above my head.
"He's standing behind me, isn't he?"
Andrea nodded slowly.
"Technically it should be 'may I,'" Curran said, his voice deeper than I remembered. "Since you're asking permission. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#118. To many a mother's heart has come the disappointment of a loss of power, a limitation of influence when early manhood takes the boy from the home, or when even before that time, in school, or where he touches the great world and begins to be bewildered with its controversies, trade and economics and politics make their imprint even while his lips are dewy with his mother's kiss. #Quote by Judith Ellen Foster

#119. Westcliff paused at the bedside and glanced at the two women. "This is going to be rather unpleasant," he said. "Therefore, if anyone has a weak stomach…" His gaze lingered meaningfully on Lillian, who grimaced.
"I do, as you well know," she admitted. "But I can overcome it if necessary."
A sudden smile appeared on the earl's impassive face. "We'll spare you for now, love. Would you like to go to another room?"
"I'll sit by the window," Lillian said, and sped gratefully away from the bed.
Westcliff glanced at Evie, a silent question in his eyes.
"Where shall I stand?" she asked.
"On my left. We'll need a great many towels and rags, so if you would be willing to replace the soiled ones when necessary - "
"Yes, of course." She took her place beside him, while Cam stood on his right. As Evie looked up at Westcliff's bold, purposeful profile, she suddenly found it hard to believe that this powerful man, whom she had always found so intimidating, was willing to go to this extent to help a friend who had betrayed him. A rush of gratitude came over her, and she could not stop herself from tugging lightly at his shirtsleeve. "My lord…before we begin, I must tell you…"
Westcliff inclined his dark head. "Yes?"
Since he wasn't as tall as Sebastian, it was a relatively easy matter for Evie to stand on her toes and kiss his lean cheek. "Thank you for helping him," she said, staring into his surprised black eyes. "You're the most honora #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#120. This is how we lost our softness. This is how they steal our right to smile. No one told those little white children, with their tricycles, to be twice as good. I imagined their parents telling them to take twice as much. It seemed to be that our own rules redoubled plunder. It struck me that perhaps the defining feature of being drafted into the black race was the inescapable robbery of time, because the moments we spent readying the mask, or readying ourselves to accept half as much, could not be recovered. The robbery of time is not measured in lifespans but in moments. It is the last bottle of wine that you have just uncorked but do not have time to drink It is the kiss that you do not have time to share, before she walks out of your life. It is the raft of second chances for them, and twenty-three-hour days for us. #Quote by Ta-Nehisi Coates

#121. It's not soft. It's not sweet. It's something wild and three long years in the making. A kiss that purges the memory of all other kisses before him. #Quote by A. Zavarelli

#122. One Kashmiri morning in the early spring of 1915, my grandfather Aadam Aziz hit his nose against a frost-hardened tussock of earth while attempting to pray. Three drops of blood plopped out of his left nostril, hardened instantly in the brittle air and lay before his eyes on the prayer-mat, transformed into rubies. Lurching back until he knelt with his head once more upright, he found that the tears which had sprung to his eyes had solidified, too; and at that moment, as he brushed diamonds contemptuously from his lashes, he resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man. This decision, however, made a hole in him, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber, leaving him vulnerable to women and history. Unaware of this at first, despite his recently completed medical training, he stood up, rolled the prayer-mat into a thick cheroot, and holding it under his right arm surveyed the valley through clear, diamond-free eyes. #Quote by Salman Rushdie

#123. Rule #1 - Never kiss a stinking mermaid. #Quote by John Rafferty

#124. Your happiness is all that matters. You're holding all the cards, Frankie - every single, last one of them. But just be aware that I have no issue with showing you exactly how much I want you right now." He moved in closer, to the point where I could feel the heat from his body." The next time you ask me to kiss you, I'm going to fucking kiss you… I'm not gonna lie to you about my feelings. I'm not going to hide the fact that I want to make love to you more than anything. #Quote by Penelope Ward

#125. I just thought you needed one. You use that weird penny, and it keeps falling out____" His eyes had immediatly snapped to my face,
"Where is it? You didn't throw it away, did you?" I'd blinked at him, confused. "No, it's in your office." I couldn't hide the hurt from my voice. His eyes had softened, and he'd come around the table to kiss my cheek. "Thank you, Leah. It was a good idea-really. I needed something better to use to remind me of my place." "Your place?" "In the book." He smiled. #Quote by Tarryn Fisher

#126. I didn't hear you," I spoke directly into his ear, hoping my voice was husky and alluring, but most likely wind-whipped and warbled.
"I said, when I kiss you, I want you to be completely wrapped up in my touch." He paused before adding, "The way you touched Nikolai last night wasn't something I wanted to see. It was hot and sexy, and I don't know where I stand." Slowing down, he muttered, "When I kiss you, I want to see desire blaze in your eyes. I want you to need me to kiss you so much you have no choice but to yield. #Quote by Jade Hart

#127. So for now,
I will miss you like I'll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I'll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I'll never wake up again,
because I don't know if I will.
I don't know if I will.
- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending #Quote by Charlotte Eriksson

#128. Our lips slide together, and I feel like it's a new kind of kiss.
...
The one that changes not only you, not only him, but the two of you together. #Quote by Cassie Mae

#129. 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. #Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

#130. Expressions of affection, like putting your arm around someone's shoulder, holding hands, or giving a kiss good night, involve the principle of honesty. #Quote by John Bytheway

#131. I never dreamed it would be as amazing as that," she whispered.
"I did."
"Really?" Her soft voice was a caress. Everything about her was as smooth and silky and sweet as whipped cream.
Well, except for her tart opinions. And her fierce determination to make him tell everything in his soul. Though he had to admit that after confessing his secret fears to her earlier, he felt freer, as if the boulder he'd been carrying for years had dropped from his back.
"I knew it would be perfect." He gave her a lingering kiss, then drew back to cup her pinkening cheek. "With you it could be nothing less."
Shyly avoiding his gaze, she finger-combed his short hair. "Nancy always said that sharing a man's bed was something to 'endure.' That marriage was more pleasant without it, but it was required for having children so she'd had to put up with it."
He skimmed a hand down her lightly freckled arm. "And what do you think, now that you've experienced it for yourself?"
"I think I could 'endure' it with great enthusiasm." Jane flashed him a mischievous smile. "But I'm not really sure. Should we try it again so I can make certain?"
Stifling a laugh, he tried to look stern. "We're lucky none of the grooms have stumbled over us already." He managed to sound even-toned, though the prospect of taking her again--here, now--was already making him hard. "Speaking of that, we'd better get dressed, before someone finds us here naked."
A sigh escaped her. "You do #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#132. The pageant of the river bank had marched steadily along, unfolding itself in scene-pictures that succeeded itself in stately procession.

Purple loosestrife arrived early, shaking luxuriant locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own face laughed back at it. Willow-herb, tender and wistful, like a pink sunset-cloud was not slow to follow. Comfrey, the purple hand-in-hand with the white, crept forth to take its place in the line; and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog-rose stepped delicately on the stage, and one knew, as if string music has announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavotte, that June at last was here.

One member of the company was still awaited; the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the knight for whom the ladies waited at the window, the prince that was to kiss the sleeping summer back to life and love. But when meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in amber jerkin, moved graciously to his place in the group, then the play was ready to begin. #Quote by Kenneth Grahame

#133. A kiss was a caress of souls. An intimate entanglement of breath and affection. #Quote by Juliette Cross

#134. The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon #Quote by Jenn Fagan

#135. Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I'm around you it's a tie between wanting to chase you down – or just kiss you until you can't breathe. #Quote by Rachel Van Dyken

#136. The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point - for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness. #Quote by Lawrence Durrell

#137. Boys always like to see girls kiss. I don't get it; girls don't want to see boys kiss. #Quote by Dominique Swain

#138. He did things with his mouth she'd never even considered before. It was a brutally thorough kiss. Lacey was clinging to him weakly when he finally ended it. "Donna ye taste it?" he whispered, lowering her feet to the rug and peeling her hands from his shoulders. "What?" Lacey asked, seeing him through a haze of shock and desire. "The darkness. #Quote by Heather R. Blair

#139. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss/ you had was years ago. #Quote by John Green

#140. I have always been kind of a prude. But kissing is harmless to me, and sometimes a kiss can tell if it's even worth seeing that person again! #Quote by Whitney Port

#141. He tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her toward him in the darkness. He knew exactly how she'd respond, her other hand coming up to push him away, her hand touching the bare, hot skin of his chest so that she drew back in surprise, long enough for him to wrap her tightly against his chest, trapping her hand between them. He knew she'd try to jerk her head away when he slid his hand into her hair and tilted her face back for his kiss. And he knew she'd open her mouth for him.
What he hadn't guessed was what it would feel like. [ ... ]
He hadn't known a mouth could feel like that. That a woman, an argumentative, reluctant woman could feel so hot in his arms, so incredibly right that his monumental self control could start to slip. #Quote by Anne Stuart

#142. Sam's eyes studied my lips and I studied hers. We each leaned in closer until our foreheads were touching. It felt like currents of electricity were running through the two of us, making me feel like I was going to melt from the intensity. #Quote by Keary Taylor

#143. Konnor bit his lip and arched into his touch, opening his eyes to his words.
"No matter how cruel I am to you, resisting what's between us, you always know when I need you the most," he explained quietly. "I needed you desperately and you gave me the most incredible pleasure. And when I tried to hide from you ... when I thought you didn't want me ... you showed me how wrong I was."
Grayson smiled as Konnor grasped his hair and dragged him down into a scorching kiss. He was more than happy to comply with his demands, since he wanted nothing more than to fade into him and make them one person. #Quote by Elaine White

#144. I love you, Rachel." "I know." She smiled and ducked down to kiss along my jaw. "And I love you too." One #Quote by Molly McAdams

#145. No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cute enough to kiss you. #Quote by Frank Ocean

#146. I Know a girl with sea green eyes. She melts the sun, swallows the sky then breathes out stars to kiss the night so guys like me will have some light, she doesn't know the things I've dome. but if a girl like that could love me, i might be clean again #Quote by Carolee Dean

#147. His mouth opened, nudging her lips apart, and she let him in. He tangled his tongue with hers and made it impossible for her to breathe without him.
The kiss took turns at tender, hot, relentless. She loved them all. She could kiss him all night, the passion and intensity always there
in her mind, her body, her heart. This was the kind of first kiss she'd dreamed about.,,,
She knew he'd just wiped out every other kiss she'd had. Knew deep down in her soul that no one would ever compare to Zane.
Her Mr. Right Now. #Quote by Robin Bielman

#148. Her gaze flicks back to my lips, and for a moment, I think she's waiting for me to respond. But then she throws herself into my arms and kisses me.
Finally. That's the only word running through my head as I kiss her back. Maybe not the most romantic sentiment, but I can't help it. All those times we've kissed, she's felt so hesitant. Now she's just as desperate as I am, and her lips are sweet and incredible. #Quote by Olivia Rivers

#149. With one kiss, my life had been altered. It would follow a different path now. One where a woman owned my heart. #Quote by Abbi Glines

#150. Well, you stood there with me in the doorway, my hands shake, I'm not usually this way. But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless. #Quote by Taylor Swift

#151. Don't make me angry-kiss you. #Quote by Rainbow Rowell

#152. The only way we are ever going to ensure peace on this planet is to adopt the entire world as "our family". We are going to have to hug them, and kiss them. And dance and play with them. And we are going to have to sit and talk and walk and cry with them. Because when we do, we'll be able to see that indeed, everyone is beautiful, and we all complement each other beautifully and we would all be poorer without each other. #Quote by Stan Dale

#153. What kind of wedding would you like?" he asked, and stole another kiss before she could reply.
"The kind that turns you into my husband." She touched the firm line of his mouth with her fingers. "What kind would you like?"
He smiled ruefully. "A fast one. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#154. And then he leaned forward and my stomach collapsed, taking in that last breath. I closed my eyes and watched in awe as all the butterflies flew up into the sky, free, mingling with the exploding lights. #Quote by Natalie Bina

#155. Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal. #Quote by Katherine McIntyre

#156. Perhaps this is how girls fall
not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not? #Quote by Libba Bray

#157. I don't care who knows, babe. It sucks not being able to be near you like I want to just 'cause Dre or Nicky might be watching. You hafta know I wanna kiss you, like, all the damn time."
"Why?" Jesse wasn't fishing for compliments. He really didn't understand.
"You actually mean that?"
Jesse nodded his head miserably. Shane lifted his chin. "Because you're smart, and funny, and I can't even hear a single note you sing without getting all turned on…and, well, because I'm falling for you. Like, hard." Shane's forehead wrinkled, his eyes went puppy-dog droopy. "Don't you feel the same way about me?"
Shane's sudden insecurity was sweet and sad and so very endearing. "Of course I do. But you're Shane. I'm just…" A nerd. Ugly, squishy, pale, and too damn blind to get rid of these dumb ass glasses.
"There is no 'just' anything. Jess, you're my boyfriend. Right? #Quote by Piper Vaughn

#158. Isaiah runs his hand through my hair, and every cell in my body vibrates with the gentle pull. "Rachel."
"Yes." It's hard to breathe.
"Kiss me."
Isaiah doesn't wait for my answer. Instead his lips meet mine and his arms wrap around my body. All the hesitancy I felt the first night we kissed evaporates like mist on the heels of a summer storm. Within seconds, our mouths open, and Isaiah slips his tongue against mine. I get lost, liking the way my body curves around his, liking the way my hands explore as if they have a mind of their own, and loving how Isaiah grips my hair while tracing my spine.
Tingles and shock waves and earthquakes and hurricanes. All of it takes place at the same time as our mouths move not nearly fast enough. Nothing seems fast enough. The closer I become, the closer Isaiah presses, and the more he presses, the more I want to crawl inside and live in this delicious world of warmth and fantastic hunger.
Isaiah hooks an arm around my waist, and I suck in a breath when he turns us and shifts me up against the door to his Mustang. My eyes widen and I stare up at him as he stares down at me. Our chests move in unison, as do our breaths. My fingers curl into the muscles of his arms, and I briefly close my eyes, loving how his body fits into mine. #Quote by Katie McGarry

#159. The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing. #Quote by George R R Martin

#160. This was never making love before..not before you.I knew how different it was going to be with you the first time we kissed."
"You knew that ... just from a kiss?"
"I'll have to remind you about the kiss. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#161. Fucking kiss me already, Square," she whispered against my lips.

My eyes snapped open. This girl was so the shit. And she was all mine. #Quote by Christina Lee

#162. Kiss the hand of him who can renounce what he has publicly taught, when convicted of his error; and who, with heartfelt joy, embraces the truth, though with the sacrifice of favorite opinions. #Quote by Johann Kaspar Lavater

#163. Cam paused, staring down at her with dilated eyes, the irises bright gold rims around circles of fathomless midnight. "Amelia, love…" His kiss tasted of salt and intimacy. "Can you take a little more of me?"
She fought to think above the confusion of pleasure, and shook her head jerkily.
The corners of his lips deepened with a smile. He whispered, "I think you can."
His hands played over her, solicitous fingertips sliding to the place they were joined. He pressed inside her, a low rhythmic movement, and his fingers were astonishingly gentle, almost delicate, as they stroked in time to the patient thrusts. Gasping, she arched to take him deeper, and deeper still.
Every time he pushed, his body rubbed hers in exactly the right way. She began to lift eagerly, anticipating each invasion, panting for it, sensation building on sensation until it culminated in a blinding swell of delight … and another … another … she felt him begin to withdraw and she moaned and twined her legs around his hips.
"Amelia," he gasped, "no, let me … I've got to…" Shuddering, he spent helplessly inside her, while her body gripped and stroked the hard length of him.
Still locked together, Cam rolled Amelia to her side. He muttered something in Romany. Although she didn't understand a word, it sounded highly complimentary. Limp with pleasure and exhaustion, Amelia rested her head on the solid curve of his biceps, her breath catching as she felt the occasional twitch and #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#164. There was nothing passionate, nothing lustful, nothing desperate about that kiss, just the sweet and delicate feeling of comfort while having someone there. Someone to hold while being held. Someone who wanted you. Someone who needed you. Someone who looked at you through eyes without judgment, and who knew your past but did not define you by it. Who understood that you'd been through something horrible but did not reat you like you were made of glass. #Quote by L. Stoddard Hancock

#165. I dont care who kissed you first as long as I kiss you last. #Quote by Rachel Vail

#166. She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself.
Didn't happen. #Quote by Jill Shalvis

#167. We were both panting heavily as I came back to myself. He caught my gaze in the mirror as he shifted his fingers out of me. I watched, absolutely mesmerized, as he raised them to his mouth and licked them clean.

When he finished, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to his for a deep kiss. "You are the most perfect f**king thing I've ever seen in my life," he murmured against my mouth. #Quote by R.K. Lilley

#168. Her heartbeat went from fear-frantic to lust-induced, manic tom-tom in a tenth of a second. "Sebastian." A frisson ran from her temple to her toes and the tight place inside her chest unfurled as she breathed his name. "Are you real?"
In response he plunged his fingers into her wet hair. Gripping her head in a hard palm, he took her mouth in a rough, carnal kiss that left nothing to the imagination. She knew precisely what he wanted because ever since that night, she'd been wanting it, too. She responded with equal passion, snaking her hand around to the back of his neck and holding him in place as she thoroughly enjoyed her first real-world kiss in way, way too long.
His mouth left hers, and she whimpered in protest. "Come back; I wasn't done."
"Patience is a virtue." He nibbled her earlobe, making her shudder, then swirled his hot, wet tongue in her ear until she arched her neck with a thick moan. His mouth, tongue, and teeth made her forget where she was for just a little while. Made her forget where she was and what was about to transpire.
Sebastian shifted his head the few inches required to plunder her mouth again. She saw fireworks behind her closed lids as he dragged his firm mouth back and forth across hers before plunging his tongue back to duel with hers.
Dizzy with lust and longing, heart about to burst out of her chest, Michaela couldn't - forgot to - draw a breath and ripped her lips from his to drag in lifesaving oxygen. "You're t-tortu #Quote by Cherry Adair

#169. Let me be an ocean and let me kiss you as many times as the ocean kisses the shore. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#170. The slowest kiss makes too much haste. #Quote by Thomas Middleton

#171. Best we got, darlin'. I'll keep an emergency towel in the side compartment."

She cleaned up then refastened her jeans. "You plan on doing this again?"

He gave her a tender kiss, then drank in those blue eyes. "Eva, I plan on fucking you all over West Virginia. #Quote by Elayne DiSano

#172. What is love? Love is not all selflessness
like give, share, sacrifice, kiss, and caress.
Love's any that brings peace, justice, progress:
It could be hatred, greed, war, and redress.

Hatred? Hatred for all kinds of evil!
Greed? Greed to take back all grabbed by evil!
War? War against all forces of evil.
Redress? Redress all harm wrought by evil. #Quote by Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol

#173. I loved him. I hated him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to strangle him. I was a walking, talking contradiction. There were days I was so torn by my conflicting emotions that I thought I would be ripped in half. Staring at my best friend and secret object of my undying love, I wondered if I would ever get off this crazy train of emotions swirling around inside me. I didn't like feeling this way. But the truth was I couldn't remember a time I didn't feel this aching need to completely immerse myself in all things Daniel Lowe. #Quote by A Meredith Walters

#174. You kiss me with lips that have loved another,
And you tell me words that you´ve said before,
And I let myself pretend for a moment that you are not the sum of your memories.
I tell myself these lies so you don´t have to. #Quote by Whitney Barbetti

#175. As the steamer continued the crossing, Pandora tugged off her left glove to admirer wedding ring, as she'd already done a dozen times that day. Gabriel had chosen a loose sapphire from the collection of Challon family jewels, and had it set in a gold and diamond ring mounting. The Ceylon sapphire, cut and polished into a smooth dome, was a rare stone that gleamed with a twelve-ray star instead of six. To his satisfaction, Pandora seemed inordinately pleased by the ring, and was fascinated by the way the star seemed to move across the surface of the sapphire. The effect, called asterism, was especially noticeable in the sunlight.
"What causes the star?" Pandora asked, as she tilted her hand this way and that.
Gabriel tucked a kiss behind the soft lobe of her ear. "A few tiny imperfections," he murmured, "that make it all the more beautiful. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#176. I want to tell you something," he whispered as he cupped her face into his hands. "What?" she asked, her breathing uneven, her hands clutching his shirt "You are totally off limits to Vince and the doctor. You belong to me." Luke continued to kiss her mouth while his hands traveled down her arms and reached the bottom of her shirt. #Quote by Lois L. Kasznia

#177. Thought about having one last kiss, but in the end the only way she could leave was to walk away without looking back. #Quote by Sarra Manning

#178. I was, not an altar boy, but a reader of the Epistle, and I walked in on a nun and a priest furiously French kissing when I was in seventh grade. I walked in, saw it, and went, "No way," backed out, composed myself, and went back in, and it was still going on. And the experience of seeing that was actually very deep. #Quote by George Saunders

#179. I brushed a kiss over her lips and then studied her face, finally daring to believe that this beautiful, brave woman was really my wife. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#180. Kiss him back? That seemed like a ridiculously unobtainable goal. She'd only just remembered that the word was kiss, for God's sake. Her eyes were wide and her body had turned to stone and his mouth was so, so soft. Unbearably soft, really. He didn't push, and he didn't pressurize her into anything further, and his lips just molded against hers as though they'd always meant to get around to it. #Quote by Charlotte Stein

#181. I want to hear you say it, I say, pushing her hair from her eyes. She sighs and I can't hold back any longer. I stroke her cheek with my hand and lean in to kiss her soft lips. I half expect her to push me back, but I can't stop myself right now. I have to do it. I have to kiss her. I need to kiss her. #Quote by Melissa Brown

#182. Creed must have responded in kind, because with a gasp, she broke off the kiss. Time crawled to a standstill, then shifted to a sprint. Nieve shoved the gun lodged between them into his ribs. His hand still covered hers, and with the well-trained instincts of an assassin, he jerked the gun to the side so that the bullet she fired embedded into the ground, kicking up dirt, and not in his heart. #Quote by Paula Altenburg

#183. Flying kisses are ones that make your insides feel like you're accelerating to reach altitude, and the moment you begin to soar, your chest can fill with air again, and your body floats free. I never had a flying kiss and always thought Mum was talking romantic nonsense." He took a deep breath, looked back at his hands, and smiled. "Apparently, it wasn't nonsense. #Quote by April White

#184. I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I could kiss you!" Chubs cried.
"Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them. #Quote by Alexandra Bracken

#185. A stolen kiss is not easily returned. #Quote by Idries Shah

#186. Leo couldn't help smiling. "That could be fun."
"Fun" she said unhappily.
"Blue elephants."
"Blue elephants."
"Kiss me you fool."
"You fool. #Quote by Rick Riordan

#187. I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way."
I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#188. I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest. #Quote by Akshay Vasu

#189. Most of the sex I've had in my life was not as personal as that kiss. #Quote by Elizabethtown

#190. They had a nice,if not private, reunion before Rupert joined them. He didn't exactly ruin it, but if he insisted on enacting their pretense tonight, even for her mother,it surely would. Unfortunately, he entered the room wearing a horribly bright lime-green dinner jacket that had his mother immediately scowling at him. So even after that kiss upstairs, he'd decided on an evening of humorously baiting his mother again. Bad timing, with her own mother there, or maybe not.At least it kept Rebecca's own mood light for the moment, since she knew why he did it.
Nor did Julie hold her tongue, remarking in disgust, "I see your taste is still beyond flamboyant. You're a bloody peacock, Rue."
He actually looked behind him as he replied, "I thought I had my feathers tucked away nicely. #Quote by Johanna Lindsey

#191. Kiss me with your eyelashes tonight. #Quote by Jason Mraz

#192. My poor mother. Every time I get a job, she asks, 'Am I gonna have to watch you kiss someone again in this one?' and I say, 'You're probably gonna have to watch me kiss someone in most of them, Mom.' #Quote by Luke Bracey

#193. If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her on that hard bed, and what was between us would be as far above the ordinary congress between man and woman as the stars are above their pale reflections in the lake below. #Quote by Juliet Marillier

#194. You are totally kissable. If I were a guy or gay or bi or something I would absolutely kiss you. #Quote by Carrie Jones

#195. You just walked in on the Holy Feast of I Swear, Daddy, I'll Kiss the Next Man That Walks Through That Door. It was the only way to make them stop." He blinked. "Seriously. #Quote by Seanan McGuire

#196. A kiss can be dreadfully terrifying for the males of our species, I'm afraid." Rose said knowingly. "Sex is easy. All they really need is a few good thrusts. But when they kiss, they open themselves up and let you in. And that, my dear, makes some men's balls shrink to the size of raisins."
Shelley snorted with laughter.
Dex strode up to her. "Did someone say raisins? I'm starving."
"You might try asking Max for some," Shelley said. "I'm sure he has at least two. #Quote by Samantha Sotto

#197. There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives. #Quote by Rumi

#198. I know I shouldn't ask, but I do it anyway. "What you said in that note. Why?"
He looks away for a moment and I watch his jaw clench. When he meets my eyes, there's resignation there. "Because you're not a one-night girl, Irish." Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline, he whispers, "You're my forever girl. #Quote by K.A. Tucker

#199. Ari said you screamed and raved a lot while he took care of you. In fact, he said that if Reyad was alive today, he'd gut the bastard without a moment's hesitation. I just thought you might want to know." Janco gave me a brotherly kiss on the forehead and left. #Quote by Maria V. Snyder

#200. According to an article on CNN.com, a new study says people who are bad kissers don't get laid. Where are you supposed to learn how to kiss? If you go to Catholic school, it's from your priest; in public school, you learn from your teacher; and some guys learn from their sisters ... if their sister is Angelina Jolie. #Quote by Chelsea Handler