I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.
I love a red lip, especially if I'm going out with friends.
Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Took you long enough!,' she said, and planted a kiss on his lips.
Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
The time comes when our hearts sink utterly; When we remember Deirdre and her tale, And that her lips are dust.
I just give lip service to being the greatest. He was the greatest.
The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.
To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life. It is the secret of that sad and melancholy smile on the lips of great men which so few understand; it is the cruelest trial reserved for self-devotion; it is what must have oftenest wrung the heart of the Son of man; and if God could suffer, it would be the wound we should be forever inflicting upon Him. He also - He above all - is the great misunderstood, the least comprehended.
Let him who loves his country in his heart, and not his lips only, follow me.
That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too. ” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
The holy word of God is on everyone's lips. . . but. . . we see almost everyone presenting their own versions of God's word, with the sole purpose of using religion as a pretext for making others think as they do.
They'll kill you for doing this," I breathed in a brief moment when his lips traveled to my neck. "If I don't I'll die anyways.