Lips Quotes

Her heart pounded as [Cam's] lips bypassed hers and came to a stop, whispering in her ear: 'Don't let him flip you off next time.

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

Arriane sized her up, tapping one finger against her lips. "Perfect," she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through Luce's. "I was just thinking I could really use a new slave.

Those lips looked tasty, especially when they said things like ' i jumped up every time someone knocked, hoping it's be you

Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

You know how you're supposed to choose between playing up your eyes or your lips? I always choose lips. I love the drama.

She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.

I usually have a lip balm in my bag and mascara as well. I don't really wear much make-up, but I like mascara because I've got fair colouring.

Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda

Can't you just tell me now?" "No, I need someone to eat with." A slight smile rose to my lips. "Am I supposed to believe that I'm your only option?" "No. But you're my favorite option.

- No, no... She shook her head for emphasis. No. His lips twitched. - One 'no' is enough, darling.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

I love you dammit.""she brushed her lips teasingly against his."How much?" He made a slight sound, as if the soft kiss had affected him intensely."Without limit.Beyond forever.

His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me...the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are." -Grant Morgan

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

I want to live the next chapter in my life without my lips as my defining characteristic.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.

Worship or prayer is not to be performed with the lips, but with the heart.

I shall, of course, die with nonviolence on my lips.

He who has a living faith in God will not do evil deeds with name of God on his lips.

Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.

oil paints...the look of licked lips.

She's the nicest person I know." Zila chewed on her lower lip. "Well, the second nicest. Avry's the first.

"Another relative?" Valek asked. A broad smile stretched Moon Man's lips. "Yes. I am her mother's uncle's wife's third cousin."

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.

Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

Everyone should be praised by the lips of his neighbor, and not by his own mouth. Everyone should be commended by the work he has done, not by what he wanted to do.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “I told you to stop flinching.” And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

Are your eyelashes like your hair?” “Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?” Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.” “When you have it, flaunt it, I say.” -Elena and Illium

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?” “Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.

I like a dramatic eye and a bold lip.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded.

Many famous feet have trod Sublunary paths, and famous hands have weighed The strength they have against the strength they need; And famous lips interrogated God Concerning franchise in eternity.

I love a red lip - it's such a powerful statement. It exudes confidence and makes for a bold look.

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.

I use the PhotoReady Foundation almost every day, and their lip glosses are fantastic.

He jumped at the Giants face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye.

When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

Did that remind anybody else of something?" "Yes," Eve said, tapping her lower lip with a bloodred fingernail. "How much I need to shave her head while she's sleeping.

Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

There's nothing I hate more than gritty, linty, mysterious pocket schmutz in the cap of my lip moisturizer - or, even worse, on the applicator itself. I shudder at the thought.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.