Top 37 Quotes About Pale Lips
#1. His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands, all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgotten how to smile and had never known how to laugh
George R R Martin
#2. You will never walk again, Bran," the pale lips promised, "but you will fly.
George R R Martin
#3. I like smudgy black eyes and pale lips for evening. Red lipstick looks great on other girls, but it's too much on me.
Saffron Aldridge
#4. The teeth! - the teeth! - they were here, and there, and everywhere, and visibly and palpably before me; long, narrow, and excessively white, with the pale lips writhing about them, as in the very moment of their first terrible development.
Edgar Allan Poe
#5. There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
Thomas Hardy
#6. Those who have the power of reproaching in silence may find it a means more effective than words. There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear.
Thomas Hardy
#7. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glaring at me from his "box" as I liked to call it. His pale cheeks were mottled with red, the bald area on his head shining brightly underneath the artificial light. He was thick-set with thick lips that were currently tight with annoyance.
Rose Wynters
#8. This was what she needed ... the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.
Eileen Wilks
#9. He's probably out there in the hallway right now, composing bad poetry in his head." Michi cleared her throat, her voice taking on a breathless lilt:
"Pale Fox's Daughter,
Her cherry lips haunt my dreams.
Something, something, breasts ...
Jay Kristoff
#10. But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love
Of solitary beds, knew what they were,
That passion could bring character enough
And pressed at midnighht in some public place
Live lips upon a plummet-measured face.
William Butler Yeats
#11. How she'd traced her fingers along the pale scar on his arm, brushed her lips against the faint marks on his face, been taken into his arms
Marissa Meyer
#12. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart ...
William Butler Yeats
#13. He was looking up at the sky, where a pale crescent of moon darted in between thick sweeps of cloud and fog. Flakes of white snow had fallen and mixed with his black hair. His cheeks and lips were flushed with the cold. He looked more handsome than she had ever remembered him.
Cassandra Clare
#14. One pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
Oscar Wilde
#15. Mary-Kate and Ashley, who played Michelle, were great. I miss them, I love them, and I need to borrow some money from them.
John Stamos
#16. The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart ...
William Butler Yeats
#17. With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Cameron Jace
#18. It's so funny whenever things come full circle.
Swoosie Kurtz
#19. God, she was beautiful. Hair a tangled mess, clothes torn, lips pale and swollen, skin streaked in dirt. And she was so damn beautiful and flawed and perfect.
G.S. Jennsen
#20. You see boring. I see brilliant. You see brown hair. I see brown hair with honey highlights. You see normal pale-pink lips. I see bubble gum." "Bubble gum?" She smirked. "That's what you taste like." I nipped her lower lip with my teeth. "Damn bubblegum that never loses its flavor.
Rachel Van Dyken
#21. Your as slow as a fat kid on crutches
P.C. Cast
#22. Love laid his sleepless head
On a thorny rose bed:
And his eyes with tears were red,
And pale his lips as the dead.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#23. Being poor in the Spirit means you are humble, gentle, meek, God-fearing,kind and exhibit the fruits of the Spirit but being Spiritually poor is lacking in every thing that pertains to life and godliness.
Jaachynma N.E. Agu
#24. The smile that flickers on a baby's lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Rabindranath Tagore
#25. Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow.
There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice."
He laughs weakly.
"Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.
Veronica Roth
#26. Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart.
Goodale Sisters
#27. Narrow, angular features, pouty lips and hatred-filled pale, washed-out blue irises glared back at him.
Caleb flashed the young man a malevolent smirk and readied his blade. "Jude Winslow, I presume.
G.S. Jennsen
#28. I have no answer for her. But I look into her face, her pale cheeks, her red lips bright with life and tender as an infant's, and I understand that I love her. And if she is everything, maybe that's
Isaac Marion
#29. I like the challenge. I like a good, meaty experience for me.
Jeff Goldblum
#30. ...Minnesota, Wisconsin, all around there... has the kind of women I liked when I was younger. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, hair so fair it's almost white, wine-colored lips, and round, full breasts with the veins running through them like a good cheese.
Neil Gaiman
#31. school graduation. I love him, even though the times - a lot of times I really needed it - he couldn't say, 'I'm here.
Nora Roberts
#32. Sebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a rebel attitude and a poet's soul, pulled me in like a dark, magnetic force.
Kelly Keaton
#33. Morpheus reaches out to catch a teardrop on his fingertip. He holds it up in the pale glow that radiates from the few remaining sprites above us. A curious frown curves his lips. You cry for him yet bled for me. One must wonder which is more powerful. More binding. I suppose we shall one day know.
A.G. Howard
#34. The eye's perception of texture is pale compared to the lips', and I didn't know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.
Laini Taylor
#35. The past but lives in written words: a thousand ages were blank if books had not evoked their ghosts, and kept the pale unbodied shades to warn us from fleshless lips.
Francois Fenelon
#37. He, that same man, after having abandoned her, finds her after a night of orgie, pale and leaden, forever lost, with hunger on her lips and prostitution in her heart.
Alfred De Musset
