“Such hungry desperation in a single kiss when it s enamored in love and bathed in bliss.”
“This kiss was hello. It was I ve missed you, I ve craved you, I ve never forgotten you. This kiss was love.”
“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
“I m going to kiss you now, and I don t know if I ll ever stop.”
“I kiss my darling then. And my darling kisses his sweetheart.”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.”
“Make me immortal with a kiss.”
“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.”
“She glared at me like she was about to punch me, but then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. Be careful seaweed brain. She said putting on her invisible cap and disappearing. I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came.”
“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
“Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it. She dropped her head again on Marius knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:-- And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
“But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise. ”
“since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don t cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis”
“We kiss all the time. I clear my throat, then add, We just...do it in private. A smug expression crosses his face. I don t buy it for a second, cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin in your house, I d kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder. A reminder of w-w-what? That you were mine.”
“Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded. “I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.” Clary licked her dry lips. “Well, you did,” she said. “Kiss me, I mean.” He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. “Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.”
“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”