The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial one in any love story.
Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
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.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.
A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score:
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. Thats basic spelling that every woman ought to know.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
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