Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial one in any love story.
I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score:
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. Thats basic spelling that every woman ought to know.
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.
If you are ever in doubt as to whether to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt.
I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth!
Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child.
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
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