Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!
Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.
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!
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
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.
The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.
A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.
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.
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.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?
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.
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