My wife's the ugliest woman in the world - I'd sooner take her with me on tour, than kiss her goodbye.
If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt.
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying!
I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss - you can't do it alone.
O delicious kiss, Why thou so sudden art gone? Lost in the moment thou art won?
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.
Some people kiss as if they were eating watermelon
Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.
She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. “What if it means something?” She asks. “What if it does?” “Promise me it won’t mean anything. ” I lean my head back on the couch. “It won’t mean anythin’. ” Aren’t I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules? “And no tongue,” she adds. “Mi vida, if I kiss you, I guarantee there’s gonna be tongue.
Hug your children. . . Kiss your mothers and fathers, your brothers and sisters. Tell them how much you love them, every day. Because every day is the last day. Every light casts a shadow. And only the gods know when the darkness will find us.
He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.
An office party is not, as is sometimes supposed, the Managing Director's chance to kiss the tea-girl. It is the tea-girl's chance to kiss the Managing Director (however bizarre an ambition this may seem to anyone who has seen the Managing Director face on).
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.