Kiss Quotes

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

A kiss may ruin a human life

I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences - whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

A kiss is just a kiss, were words not expressed by a man tied naked to a tree.

They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.