Every woman knows the art of saying no with the lips and yes with the rest
I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. (Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound. ) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.
Do grant, oh my God, that when my lips approach Yours to kiss You, I may taste the gall that was given to You; when my shoulders lean against Yours, make me feel Your scourging; when my flesh is united with Yours, in the Holy Eucharist, make me feel Your passion; when my head comes near Yours, make me feel Your thorns; when my heart is close to Yours, make me feel Your spear.
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.
I got my lips chewed off by a dingo!
The big question is always, 'Eyes or lips?' I tend to go with the eyes because I've got a lot more material to work with now - and it saves me from reapplying lipstick! I'm a pretty low-maintenance person and it's too excessive to exaggerate both the eyes and lips.
Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.
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.
The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.
They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.
Mick Jagger's lips' so big, black people be going, "You got some big-ass lips!"
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
The only one taking a risk here is me, if I get too attached to you. It’s not risky for you, as long as you’re not confused either. ” “I’m not. ” “Of course you aren’t. ” A small smile played on Balthazar’s lips.
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
I like the feel of your name on my lips.
Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless - one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her.
"Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?" Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. "You know they've got teeth in there. Big, sharp, shiny teeth. " "I didn't. But now I've got to worry about it. "