Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.
My first kiss can be summed up in one word - unsuccessful.
We kiss and hug our kids a lot! And even now when our son lives 3,000 miles away, we talk every day, sometimes several times.
When love itself comes to kiss you, don't hold back!
I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.
You took a pretty picture and you smashed it into bits, sank me into blackness and you sealed it with a kiss.
Don't kiss a man who hasn't shaved.
The camera can be a machine gun, a warm kiss, a sketchbook. Shooting a camera is like saying, Yes, yes, yes. There is no maybe. All the maybes should go in the trash.
An audience who watches my shows knows who I am, knows that right when they think I'm going to make a joke, I'm going to blow something up, or during the worst peril, I'm going to have someone give someone a kiss - it's just going to happen.
. . . 'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by. . . kissing him first.
I like kisses that aren't too fast or rushed - that's what makes a good kiss.
Never kiss a girl whose brothers have knife scars.
I always make fun of KISS because I don't particularly think their music is anything.
I’ve licked stamps who were more excited than you by that kiss.
Today I saw cancer, cigarettes, and shortness of breath. This is why I walk to the ocean. Swim with sharks and jellyfish. I may never get this chance again. This is why if you want to kiss, you should kiss. If you want to cry, you should cry. And if you want to live, you should live. You don't have to love me. You already did.
I know I probably should be sad about my mother's cancer. . . but she still hasn't seen The Last Kiss, you know?
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.
My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.
Don't quote me on this, but if they ever manage to ban beer advertising in baseball you can kiss the national pastime goodbye.