Top 100 Lips The Quotes
#1. I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.
Miley Cyrus
#2. You're the one, princess. The reason I wake up with a smile on my lips. The reason it stays on my face all fucking day. When I hurry home from work, I'm hurrying back to you.
Elle Aycart
#3. She slowly turned her head and looked at him. At his attractive, open face that could turn dark and reserved within seconds. The curve of his lips. The green eyes that looked into her a little too far and that she couldn't defend herself against.
Kai Meyer
#4. Death, you are no different to me than my lover with cloud-coloured skin, and your hair a mass of dark cloud, your hands like blood-red lotus, and your lips the colour of blood.
Tagore Rabindranath
#5. Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden's lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.
Lynn Kelling
#6. Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty.
Christine Stovell
#7. A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.
William Watson
#8. Her raised his face to the weeping sky, closed his dark eyes, and sighed deeply, a smile playing on his sensuous lips. The bloody hour is come.
Rick Yancey
#9. The intimacy of her name on his lips: the years fled like starlings.
Jo Baker
#10. He held her forever. Ashy flickers swam in his eyes, shadows of temptation drawing her into infinite depths. A breath away from his tantalising mouth, she parted her lips. The thudding of her pulse hurt. The knocking of her heart brushed her soul. She sank into him.
Chris Lange
#11. She was beautiful, heratbreakingly beautiful - her eyes and her lips, the stripes on her naked breasts, her vulnerabilty.
Elliot Mabeuse
#12. Climbers seem to forget that we said in our introduction that there were simply '50 classic routes', not 'the 50 classics'. We chose 50 from a list of about 120. Only a torturer will ever pry loose from our lips the names of those other 70 classics ...
Steve Roper
#13. I always get what I want, Rogan. Always."
"And what about what I want?"
Wolfe pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips, the arrogance giving way to deep sincerity. "I'll always give you what you want, Rogan. Always.
Samantha Young
#14. WHEN I LOOK UP again, the paintings in my foyer, my Madonnas, bring a mirthless smile to my lips. The idealization of motherhood. All of them gazing at their infants, or staring inauspiciously down at me.
E.L. James
#15. O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
Stephane Mallarme
#16. She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.
David Paul Kirkpatrick
#17. Upon my lips the breath of song,
Within my heart a rhyme,
Howe'er time trips or lags along,
I keep abreast with time!
Clinton Scollard
#18. All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip in and taste him. I needed a taste, needed to complete this fantasy of mine.
Stephanie Witter
#19. And you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.
Charles Bukowski
#20. The way to make most women break eye contact is to run your tongue around your lips. The ones who dont look away, for serious, bingo.
Chuck Palahniuk
#21. Let it be understood that those who are not found living as He taught are not Christian- even though they profess with the lips the teaching of Christ.
Justin Martyr
#22. Telling people her name was always a bother. As soon as the name left her lips, the other person looked puzzled or confused.
Haruki Murakami
#23. A cop friend downstate had once described what he called the 'pucker effect,' the body's automatic response when something just wasn't right. He wasn't talking about the lips; the puckering happened farther south, and every cop learned to trust that instinct.
Jim C. Hines
#24. I held his hand tighter and still squeezing I leant across and kissed his lips, the lips that apologised for his huff as they lovingly connected with mine, and I strained to keep at least one eye on the road.
Nicci Greene
#25. Still, she stood looking fabulous like a princess should, licking her blood red lips the moment she laid her eyes on the beautiful prince. It was appetite on first sight.
Cameron Jace
#26. there were no more words, as tears streamed down their faces and mixed on their lips, the sugar and salt of love.
Soman Chainani
#27. Her heart still quickened at the memory. The way his strong arms felt around her, his wine-scented breath across her lips, the toe-curling, mind-numbing, soul-searing kiss he'd given her.
Ava Stone
#28. Had the doctrines of Jesus been preached always as pure as they came from his lips, the whole civilized world would now have been Christians.
Thomas Jefferson
#29. M. de Charlus persisted in not replying. I thought I could see a smile flicker about his lips: the smile of the man who looks down from a great height on the characters and manners of lesser men.
Marcel Proust
#30. The king smiled at Anne. She dropped him a curtsy straight down, like a bucket in a well, head up, and a small challenging smile on her lips. The king was not taken, he liked easy women, he liked smiling women. He did not like women who fixed him with a dark challenging gaze.
Philippa Gregory
#31. The modern school without systematic lectures turns out many graduates who lack retention. No sooner has the sound of the word left their teacher's lips, the subject has been forgotten.
Arturo Alfonso Schomburg
#32. Being a waitress can be a very brutal job sometimes, and I remember during the training, the person said to me, "The redder the lips, the better the tips," and that was like the only advice she gave me.
Brit Marling
#33. She could hold him close now, touch as she was touched. Taste as she was tasted. The pleasure filled her - the glide of his hands, the heat of his lips, the catch of his breath as they rolled together to find more.
Nora Roberts
#35. I heard on their lips the language of passion, of betrayal and jealousy, and sometimes despair - languages with which I was all too familiar.
Colette
#36. The nations were awakened from the sleep of death, as the words of eternal life flowed from the Apostles' lips, - the temples of superstition were shut or destroyed, and churches were planted in every part of the civilized world.
John Strachan
#37. It was not the caress of her lips the length of him was looking for, but the back of her throat.
Pauline Reage
#38. We started slow - a little drunk, a little dizzy - taking sips of honeyed bliss from dawn-colored lips. The world rolled below us - bicycle bells and newspaper boys, unaware that we were slowly setting the room on fire.
Leylah Attar
#39. Very often it happens that prayer is on the lips, but in the heart cunning, incredulity or unbelief, so that by the lips the man seems near to God, whilst in his heart he is far from Him.
John Of Kronstadt
#40. He must be suffering, too. She had noted the weary sag of his shoulders, the quivering lips, the tear- filled eyes. Somehow she had never thought of him as hurting- of being capable of understanding how she felt.
Janette Oke
#41. I've become a kissing addict. I think that's it. The buzzy feeling. Burning lips. The foggy eyes. Maybe i could kiss every good-looking guy here at school. Maybe even the good-looking male teachers. The thought warms me and troubles me at the same time.
Carol Lynch Williams
#42. The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold ... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
Johnny Mercer
#43. Fuck, he murmured against my lips. The feel, the word, sent a hot little shock through my spine. It skittered through my veins, danced through every nerve.
Michelle Hodkin
#44. A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright,
To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from
Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Stephane Mallarme
#45. I laugh, but Ash stops me with a kiss. His arms wrap around me and lift me slightly off the ground. I'm lost in him, the feel of his lips, the taste of his spearmint gum. When he lowers me to the ground again, I'm lightheaded. "So,
Ashelyn Drake
#46. I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.
Sarah Alderson
#47. He grinned, raising the glass to his lips, the liquid wetting his mouth. I wanted to be that glass. -from chapter Hurts So Good, The Boots My Mother Gave Me
Brooklyn James
#48. I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you. - Shane
Christine Zolendz
#49. Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.
Alfred De Musset
#50. Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from "pick up your socks" to "we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.
Thomm Quackenbush
#51. As he plunged inside her with his tongue, delving deep into her inner core, he knew the sweet nectar was heaven itself. He licked his lips, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. He wanted more. Always more.
Nikki Landis
#52. Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#53. Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.
William Watson
#54. I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips ... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#55. So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. "I'm not dangerous," I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me."
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
Richelle Mead
#56. Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#57. All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Homer
#59. Beautiful conventions received them--while beyond the barrier Maurice wandered, the wrong words on his lips, the wrong desires in his heart, and his arms full of air.
E. M. Forster
#60. If you touch me, Charles will hunt you down and eat your marrow while you are still alive to scream." She called upon her two acting classes and let her mouth turn up. "I'll be happy to watch." She licked her lips. The smile dropped off his face, and he growled.
Patricia Briggs
#61. He couldn't live in a world with her and not have her in his life. Nope. Not happening.
"You're mine," he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.
Katie Reus
#62. Janice rolled her eyes. First, the doctor had ogled her, and now Karr was leering at her and licking his lips lasciviously.
Oh this is great. I'm being mentally undressed by a space pirate.
William L. Lavell
#63. I try not to notice the exploded eyeballs or the ruptured tongue bursting through the blackened lips. This job is quite gross enough as it is without adding my own dry heaves to the mess.
Charles Stross
#64. 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.
Tamora Pierce
#65. The recognition of virtue is not less valuable from the lips of the man who hates it, since truth forces him to acknowledge it; and though he may be unwilling to take it into his inmost soul, he at least decks himself out in its trappings.
Michel De Montaigne
#66. Nix," I said, and her name was a poem. She tilted her face up to the dawn; my lips met hers. She pressed close to me, and then there was no past, no future - only now. No her, no me. Only us.
Heidi Heilig
#67. From the moment she'd first seen him in the Fontaine ballroom, she'd been lost. The passionate kiss a week later had destroyed her. Even now she could feel the heat of his expert lips against hers, and the remembrance of his taste made her mouth water.
Sylvia Day
#68. I love you," he said against her lips. "I love you, too," she said but the words that always seemed so big felt small now. What was love when put up against war?
Kristin Hannah
#69. His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.
Lara Adrian
#70. The lips on my upper right bicep are my girlfriend's lips. She has the most amazing lips, and I wanted to carry them around with me everywhere I go, considering I can't carry her lips physically with me. So I decided to place them in a discreet location, such as the inside part of my bicep.
Jake Owen
#71. It's not a dream,
But the reality that makes our passion
As a lamp shadow - no - no lamp, the sun.
What the world's million lips are thirsting for
Must be substantial somewhere ...
W.B.Yeats
#72. I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
Isaac Marion
#73. I met Mrs. Neely at the door and I swear to you she took one look at my glossy lips and bare knees and the woman just knew. Moms are creepy like that sometimes.
Amber L. Johnson
#74. You wouldn't be here if you didn't care, Abby."
"I don't." She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed.
"You do." He kissed the pouting lips lightly. "And I'm going to keep you.
Cherise Sinclair
#75. Tell me what you want?" His breath was warm against her lips.
"I want you."
"How? Give me permission, tell me it's okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me, and f**k you until you can't see straight."
"Yes, yes, please, all of that.
Dominique Eastwick
#76. His eye focused on her face. His lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners. "You shouldn't have come." She forced her face into a scowl. "A fine thing to say to me when I just saved your life." A sigh escaped his lips.
Melanie Dickerson
#78. He stops kissing, but his lips stay touching mine, lightly, like a feather would. "I'm bad for you, Sarah. I won't ever be the gentleman you need."
"Maybe I don't want gentle."
He pulls something from his dress pants and presses it into my hand. "And that is my fault.
Tara Brown
#79. Well, I can promise you something, " I say, leaning down and pressing my lips gently to the side of her neck just below her ear. "Next time you make me hard in public, I will fuck you in the nearest bathroom. Understood?
Caisey Quinn
#80. I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder. I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express
Charlotte Bronte
#81. The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.
Michele Bardsley
#82. When Laurent turned to face him, his
eyes were dark. His lips were parted
uncertainly. He had lifted his hand to his
own shoulder, as though chasing a ghost
touch there. He did not look exactly
relaxed, but the movement did look a
little easier.
C.S. Pacat
#83. The reaction to this album has just been fabulous around the world ... and I've had offers to perform from around the world and I'm tempted to do it. I've got itchy lips.
Herb Alpert
#84. Yeah, I'll believe that the day you give up your lip balm."
I gasped. "Never. Without it my lips feel naked and alone." (Charity Rising)
DeAnna Kinney
#85. Scarlett pressed down on the tip of the blade. A single drop of ruby blood welled. Carefully Julian brought her finger to his mouth, and when his soft lips touched her skin the entire world shattered into a million shards of colored glass.
Stephanie Garber
#86. It takes at least ten years for a child to learn to coordinate lips, tongue, mouth, and breath with the exacting fine motor control that adults use when they talk.
Christine Kenneally
#87. Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.
Gustave Flaubert
#88. I love you, Bright side." He pecks her lightly on the lips. She whispers, "I love you, too.
Kim Holden
#89. In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine.
Andrea K. Robbins
#90. Then, like a scene in a comedy - their lips but a breath away from touching - the door to the library burst open and Sam charged into the room like a bull, a map in his hands and Jasper hot on his heels.
Bloody hell, they had brilliant timing.
Kady Cross
#91. I often concentrate on the eyes and lips, they are great indicators of mood and feeling, and I find that I can project character into my portraits by bringing the viewer's attention to these areas.
Robert Ryan
#92. I want to see you in the throes of orgasm ... I want to see your whole body writhing, your lips open as you drink in your own pleasure. Only yours, no one else's. Just you, completely given up to ecstasy.
Richelle Mead
#93. Always the answer - yes! Let me die so -
Under some rosy-golden sunset, saying
A good thing, for a good cause! By the sword,
The point of honor - by the hand of one
Worthy to be my foeman, let me fall -
Steel in my heart, and laughter on my lips!
Edmond Rostand
#94. Let us speak behind our hands, lest our lips be read as the book of our designs, and let us find some place where only gods and rats may hear our words aloud.
Scott Lynch
#95. I collapse in bed and fall asleep with me other hand clasped around the blue rubber band. And I dream about blue eyes and blue nails and first-kiss lips dusted with blue sugar crystals.
Stephanie Perkins
#96. As he held her by the waist,she leaned forward,her pouty lips parted,her head just slightly tilted,and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn't.
John Green
#97. And to die with the Warrior's Prayer on his lips. For, 'Yes', he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. Acceptance.
Robin Hobb
#98. Eden, it would be a lie if I told you I didn't want to kiss those perfect lips again. That's what I am fighting with at the moment, so no I do not want you to leave. I want you to stick around so you can continue to torment me.
Rachel Brookes
#99. Remember that thing I alluded to on the plane?" he asked, eyes glued to her. A tiny smile played at her lips. "Jog my memory, Player Will." He squeezed his eyes closed, took a deep breath before looking back at her, and said, "Marry me?
Christina Lauren
#100. What do you think about when you close your eyes?" she asked. Alex looked at her, her silky orange eyes catching light from the fire, her hair falling against her cheek, her lips soft and full. "You really want to know?" She nodded. "Yeah." "I think about you,
Lisa McMann
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