Lips Quotes

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

I confess I hate to see the poor creatures hunted down but I bite my lip and keep quiet.

An opportunity to honor the legacy of the lives drawn into the lines in my face, the broad of my nose, the dark of my eyes, the fullness of my lips, and coal in my complexion.

Yeah, because I'm the one with the long hair and the pouty lips right?

Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.

... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.

I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.

True friendship is an unconditional, unselfish, reciprocal service not by lips, but heart to never let its in-built trust to ever fall apart.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

I’m going out to let my real talent show, not to just stand there and dance around. Personally, I’d never lip-synch. It’s just not me.

I'm a terrible lip-syncer anyway because I have to be in the moment, and I can't lip-sync to something I recorded three months before.

I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?

don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?

Novalee watched his lips shape the words...the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air.

My grandfather is hard of hearing. He needs to read lips. I don't mind him reading lips, but he uses one of those yellow highlighters.

I cut my bow from the wood of this tree of evil. Of this tree of good, I want a kiss from your lips.

The lips know only shallow tunes

Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.

I do like a little make-up though. I like a little mascara and lip gloss at least. But when I go to the gym I'd feel weird wearing make-up.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

Will speechless for once, a glass of water frozen halfway to his lips

"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

The secret to speed-reading is moving your lips faster.

I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

She pouted her lips like a gun in my face.

The red lips are - I don't want to call them "armor," but they're the clothes of my character, and I'm in the business of entertainment. Wearing red lipstick helps get me into that world.

I definitely am drawn to deeper reds and wine colors for lips and even cheeks during the holiday.

Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time!

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

Philosophers are often actively disinterested in what happens between the cup and the lips (after all, that's "non-ideal theory").

Hi, I'm a buck tooth and I like to be outside past the lips.

I'd never taken to four foot creatures who had the uncanny ability to point out all my flaws in thirty second flat. And just for the record, I can too read without moving my lips.

Move into kiss those sweet sugar lips, baby looks just like love.

I started as a ventriloquist, a very bad ventriloquist. And people saw my lips moving and it was ridiculous, so finally I decided I'd better change my occupation.

What we need to do is follow the axiom of World War II which was 'Loose Lips Sink Ships' and the media has really got to follow that.

Her lips said 'no', but her eyes said 'read my lips'.

I got my lips chewed off by a dingo!

It'd be hard to be a lead actor if I didn't have lips. Those are tough to graft back on.