You know that kind of quiver that trembles around through you when you are seeing something so strange and enchanting and wonderful that it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it; and you know how you gaze, and your lips turn dry and your breath comes short, but you wouldn't be anywhere but there, not for the world.
No! Beauty is emotional! That's why plastic surgery never works. Women who want to change their nose, lips, they don't understand that they are doing nothing except erasing their magic.
You don't lead by lip service, you lead by example.
You can't run away from your identity. Even if I went to another band, I'd still be Lips from the band Anvil. I've spent my entire life trying to be that, that's what I am. There's nowhere to run.
Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, and I'll take kingdoms back from thine.
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.
People love buying into a lifestyle and an overall concept. So when they buy a shell-colored lip gloss, they can also buy shells for their house, as well as sunglasses and [items in] other categories [in that shade] to create one consistent image.
The emancipation of today displays itself mainly in cigarettes and shorts. . . painted lips and nails, and the return of trailing skirts and other absurdities of dress which betoken the slave-woman's intelligent companionship.
Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.
Doubtful, but it did work. . . "Annabeth?" Percy said again. "You're planning something. You've got that I'm-planning-something look. " "I don't have an I'm-planning-something look. " "Yeah, you totally do. Your eyebrows knit and your lips press together and ---" "Do you have a pen?" she asked him. "You're kidding, right?" He brought out Riptide. "Yes, but can you actually write with it?" "I--I don't know," he admitted. "Never tried.
My wife sent me a Valentine card that said, "Take my heart, take my lips, take my soul. " That's just like her. She kept the good parts for herself.
Then she waited, with parted lips and a saucy challenge in her eyes, to see how her presence -- the drama of being her -- was registering. In the way of such chicks, she seemed convinced of the originality of her provocation.
I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum. " "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
One thing that annoys me is when you see women in these terrible and incredible situations with perfectly glossed lips. You're not going to look good in the apocalypse.
He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “I told you to stop flinching. ” And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.
Since 99. 362% of women love mustache rides, it seems only a fool would have a bare upper lip.
Well, I met Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan in the space of 15 minutes. Frank Sinatra kissed me on the lips. He kissed me on the lips. And then he gave me a filterless cigarette. And then I met Bob Dylan. I came off all lightheaded and had to go sit on his dressing-room steps.
Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.
You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
Not one word," Kel warned. "Tobe and I have reached an understanding. " Neal's lips twitched. "Why do I feel you did most of the understanding.