Kiss My Hand Quotes

#1. I always thought New York City would be romantic, like a boyfriend who would kiss my hand and throw rocks at my window to get my attention.

Hannah Brencher

#2. Afterward Joe Biden greeted me outside the green room, falling on bent knee to kiss my hand. (Who says chivalry is dead!)

Hillary Rodham Clinton

#3. Plastering his hand behind my neck, he pulls my mouth to his. The intensity of the kiss takes me by surprise. I think he's trying to bury the memory by kissing it out of my mind.

Siobhan Davis

#4. So that you remember that you kissed my hand, but I didn't kiss yours.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#5. Along my body, waking while I sleep,
Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow,
The scar of this encounter like a sword

Edna St. Vincent Millay

#6. He knelt and slowly ran his hand down my arm, his lids heavy and his lips parted. "Aura ... where can I touch you?"
"Anywhere."
His hand left my arm and drifted to the rise of my hip bone. "And where can I kiss you?"
I took a deep breath, long past ready for the future. "Everywhere.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#7. I can't wait to ride my electric scooter, walk my dog, watch TV, be bored ... and I'm gonna put [my Oscar] in my hand and kiss it every night before I go to sleep.

Quvenzhane Wallis

#8. Shane was sitting on the curb next to the old, cracked gas pumps, eating a candy bar. Claire plopped down next to him. "Half?" she asked.
"And now I know you're my girlfriend, since you're not afraid to demand community property," he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

Rachel Caine

#9. Fuck me," I moan, "right here, right now."
He dives in for another kiss as he lowers the zipper over my hard dick. When he reaches inside my underwear I lean into his hand.
"So hard and so ready," he whispers in my mouth.
"Always for you, Rick.

Candi Kay

#10. How I wish, how fervently I ache, to take my mother's hand, kiss her check,tell her I love her, and watch her smile. For me it was not, nor can ever be. But for you, reach out now. Reach out for your mother's hand-the hands of those you love. Say I love you.
Don't wait.

M.J. Burke Sr.

#11. His lips linger on mine, urgent and warm.
Lasting.
And then he pulls away, breath ragged. His hand falls from my skin, and I understand.
He's not wearing his ring.
He didn't just kiss me.
He read me.

Victoria Schwab

#12. Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#13. So I shall tell Mitya how you kissed my hand, but I didn't kiss yours at all. And how he will laugh!" "Vile slut! Go away!

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#14. He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

Alex Rosa

#15. As I gave my hand to one and then another of the Winter Knights, hoping to forget Kian's kiss in the arms of the other dancers, I could feel Kian's eyes piercing through me, their flame-tinged ice searing through my soul.

Kailin Gow

#16. I'd walk to the ends of the earth hand in hand with Chace Keaton and all he had to do to get me to do it was kiss me deep, smile at me, hold my hand and call me baby.

Kristen Ashley

#17. Thomas reached out and took my hand, turned it palm up, and said, "I believe that's healing very nicely." Aunt Charlotte opened the door just as he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

Caroline Stevermer

#18. What I wanted was for him to want me, for him to touch me. He held my hand sometimes. Once I fell asleep next to him on the sofa, my cheek resting against his white T-shirt, and he put his arm around me. I wanted more than that--I wanted for him to kiss me. I wanted his want.

Sarai Walker

#19. You could smell the rain in the desert even before a drop fell. I closed my eyes. I held my hand out and felt the first drop. It was like a kiss. The sky was kissing me.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#20. He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.

Tahereh Mafi

#21. His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

Veronica Roth

#22. I've fallen in love with you, he whispered to kiss the top of my hand.

Anna Carey

#23. I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at
him. "What was that?"
His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss."
"Why?"
"Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.

Elizabeth Morgan

#24. I want to touch you and kiss you, frequently, and I want you
" he shifted on his feet as though steadying himself then his hand reached out; he stepped closer and he cupped my cheek in his palm, "I want you to touch me.

Penny Reid

#25. I believe this is yours." I hand her the last dart in my hand. "And this is mine." I cup her face in my hands before she can think anything else, and I kiss her.

Angeline Kace

#26. I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his palm, my eyes closing, as I inflict as much emotion into my action as possible. "I love you," I whisper. The pang in my heart spreads, thundering through my body.

Trisha Wolfe

#27. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, and it breaks me open. His hand leaves my face and traces notes up my arms, strikes chords on my throat and up into my hair. His mouth forms lyrics that expose my soul.

The kiss is like a song played only once. And forever.

Katherine Longshore

#28. I even pondered the thought seemed to spur Quinn on and he suddenly shifted his body so that it was pressed up against mine and Brody's. His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss and I felt his big hand cupping the back of my head as he held me in place.

Sloane Kennedy

#29. Dex was taller than me, and as he pressed me against him, he actually hauled me up on my tiptoes. His arm was around my waist, his other hand plunged into my hair, and he was kissing me. I mean, really, really kissing me.
I was kissing him back. And I was good at it.

Rachel Hawkins

#30. I want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head on the pillow - sometimes his arm thrown over on my bed - and I kiss his hand, very softly so that it will not waken him.

Dawn Powell

#31. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulled me to him, and kissed me. The kiss was warm and short.

Janet Evanovich

#32. That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you, He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his.

Rachel Hawkins

#33. And then I couldn't wait anymore, and my hand was on the back of her head, and then her lips on mine, the cold air gone and replaced with the warmth of her mouth, soft and sweet and hash-brown-tastic

John Green

#34. You say she loves him? No one but a coward would be defrauded of the woman he loved and who loved him. Ah, if I had once felt Madeleine's hand tremble in mine, if her rosy lips had pressed a kiss upon my brow, the whole world could not take her from me.

Emile Gaboriau

#35. My love has placed her little hand With noble faith in mine, And vowed that wedlock's sacred band Our nature shall entwine. My love has sworn, with sealing kiss, With me to live
to die; I have at last my nameless bliss: As I love
loved am I!

Charlotte Bronte

#36. Kiss me, Rothgreb." He smiled down at her, a trace of his old devilment in his blue eyes. "Naughty girl." But he bussed her cheek and patted her hand. "My lovely, naughty girl." "Vim

Grace Burrowes

#37. The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.

Chuck Palahniuk

#38. You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair."
"Ha! So you are English!" I poke him in the stomach.
He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing. "I claim ... no ... nationality.

Stephanie Perkins

#39. Do I get a reward?" he asked as he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss.
Ruby darted her eyes away from him as she blushed with embarrassment. "For my rescue?" she dared.
His eyes twinkled. "For rescuing each other." He placed his hand along her back and pulled her against his chest.

Jettie Necole

#40. He smiled sadly, then placed his hand around mine so we were holding the book together. "I believe that - with everything I have," he said, holding my gaze. He kissed the edge of the book because he could not kiss me.

Rachel Hartman

#41. And as I touched his cheek and his hand tightened on my waist, I leaned forward to kiss him again, knowing as I did that something was ending while something else had already begun -Andie

Morgan Matson

#42. Without words, I lifted my left hand and watched through blurry eyes as he slid the ring onto my ring finger and then sealed it in place with a forever binding kiss.

L.A. Casey

#43. Shaking my head, I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. When I pulled back I rested my forehead on his. "They're perfect." I sighed, smiling teasingly. "You know, I think I might kind of love you.

Samantha Young

#44. His mouth, coupled with the way his hand is sliding down my arm, is all too much. So much. Good much. So good. I just whimpered.

Colleen Hoover

#45. Tristan grabs my chin and pulls it toward him and then we're ripping off our masks and kissing, his lips so soft and yet moving fiercely against mine. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, lace my fingers through his hair, breathe him in, kiss him back. My heart blossoms.

David Estes

#46. When no one is looking,
I swallow deserts and clouds
and chew on mountains
knowing they are sweet bones!
When no one is looking
and I want to kiss God,
I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

Hafez

#47. He broke the kiss. "If you don't stop," he murmured, "I'm going to come in your hand." She met his eyes. Hers were gold and dazzling with heavy lids when she whispered, "I'll lick you off my fingers.

Skye Jordan

#48. Soft and sweet, and burning like fire all at once, his lips clung to mine desperately. His large hand cupped the back of my head,pulling me even closer, and my arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His kiss devoured me and left me aching for more.

Jamie Canosa

#49. With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. "We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them."
Lanthe shook her head. "The Vrekeners will scent us."
Sabine blinked at her. "Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?

Kresley Cole

#50. I am sentimental,' she said. 'I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.

Vladimir Nabokov

#51. The fingers of his free hand work their way into my hair and tilt my head to the side as he deepens the kiss. He gets more aggressive, like he wants to gobble me up. And I want him to. God, I want him to.

M. Leighton

#52. Dr Rahmat thrust his hand between her legs, tried to kiss her and suggested that there was time for a quick one.'

'Meaning sexual intercourse?' Sir Hector was clearly not about to take the view that my client was offering his patient a small sherry.

John Mortimer

#53. The feeling of his lips on my skin and his hand just below my breasts sent shivers through my body. I ran my hands through his soft hair, slipping in a kiss as he ran his tongue up my neck. His lips met mine again.

Julia Crane

#54. My father could be very strict, but very fair. His father was the same. We all respected my grandfather; he was the head of the clan. Every morning, we all had to say good morning and kiss his hand. But not me. I jumped on his lap and bit him.

Azzedine Alaia

#55. Heart of my heart, that's who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever." Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. "Wolf and man, you own every part of me.

Nalini Singh

#56. He catches my hand and runs his gaze over me, his smile fading when he meets my eyes. "I wish I had the guts to kiss you right now."
It knocks me out: The way he says it send my body into an absolute free fall. "Then why don't you?" I ask, surprised at my own boldness.

Cat Patrick

#57. How would you react if I dug my hand into your hair, dislodging those carefully placed pins, then tugged hard, forcing your head back and holding you tight for my kiss?

Sierra Cartwright

#58. You must be this tall," I said, leveling my hand well above his stocky height, "to ride this ride." I blew him a kiss and kept walking.

Amanda Bonilla

#59. Never fear, spa products are here."
Grinning, she kicks off her shoes and pads over to the recliner. Squeezing in on the other side of me, she pinches my face in one hand and studies it with puckered lips.
"Kara, if you're trying to kiss me, I should warn you, I'm nothing but a heartbreaker.

Rachel Harris

#60. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my nose. "What was that about?" I ask. Ronan smirks, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it a little. "Just felt like kissing your nose." "Weirdo," I tease.

Mia Asher

#61. He leaned in. "Kiss me, one last time."
I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.
When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. "Don't forget me, okay?

Jeri Smith-Ready

#62. We stand there, neither one of us speaking or moving, for several minutes. There's not a single kiss passed between us, not a single graze of my hand across her skin, not a single word spoken ... yet somehow, this is the most intimate moment I've ever shared with anyone.
Ever.

Colleen Hoover