“Alyosha looked at him in silence. “I thought that going away from here I have you at least,” Ivan said suddenly, with unexpected feeling; “but now I see that there is no place for me even in your heart, my dear hermit. The formula, ‘all is lawful,’ I won t renounce—will you renounce me for that, yes?” Alyosha got up, went to him and softly kissed him on the lips. “That s plagiarism,” cried Ivan, highly delighted.”
“A light snow touches her cheek like an angel s butterfly kisses.”
“You spoke to her, in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending, soothing....it leads, lures, calls you... Ah, timeless burning flame!.. Her kiss is ocean salty water, you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...”
“I wanted to kiss her. She looked like the picture of peace, but I knew better to keep my passion to myself. Instead I put my lips to my wine glass, pretending that it was her. The taste was sticky sweet, but certainly not as satisfying.”
“I knew a woman once She never spoke much When she did It was to say That her love was just a nuke away”
“If I had the true colours to describe what I feel for you, I wouldn t waste time stringing beads of words... Instead I would run to kiss you and leave monuments on you:- pyramids on your lips, the Taj Mahal on your skin, and the Eiffel tower in your heart. NOTESEUM | A storm I chased”
“The kiss sent a wave of heat through Dain’s frame, a sensation that made him feel inadequate and brazen all at the same time.”
“Ils s embrassèrent longtemps, à pleine bouche, comme consumés par une prière silencieuse au service de l’amour.”
“Interrupted, the kiss was alive between them, in dark eyes and heartbeats.”
“Il essuya une perle de sueur à la commissure des lèvres charnues, ces lèvres autrefois mutines où s’accrochait la promesse d’un baiser. Un amour qu’aucun homme, depuis Peter n’avait su saisir – le baiser palpitait encore, à droite de sa bouche, éveillé par un enfant et jamais regagné par un homme.”
“We d kissed before, but those kisses weren t like this one. Nothing had ever been like this one. He kissed me like a man who knew he d been condemned to die and had chosen me in lieu of his last meal.”
“She soaked up his taste. Sunshine would taste like this. A fresh summer stream with a hint of melting sugar. Crisp and sweet. She wanted to bottle it up, blend it into a tea, drink from him until the day she died.”
“The necessary special effects are not in my possession, but what I’d like for you to imagine is Clementine’s white face coming close to mine, her sleepy eyes closing, her medicine-sweet lips puckering up, and all the other sounds of the world going silent—the rustling of our dresses, her mother counting leg lifts downstairs, the airplane outside making an exclamation mark in the sky—all silent, as Clementine’s highly educated, eight-year-old lips met mine. And then, somewhere below this, my heart reacting. Not a thump exactly. Not even a leap. But a kind of swish, like a frog kicking off from a muddy bank. My heart, that amphibian, moving that moment between two elements: one, excitement; the other, fear. I tried to pay attention. I tried to hold up my end of things. But Clementine was way ahead of me. She swiveled her head back and forth the way actresses did in the movies. I started doing the same, but out of the corner of her mouth she scolded, “You’re the man.” So I stopped. I stood stiffly with arms at my sides. Finally Clementine broke off the kiss. She looked at me blankly a moment, and then responded, “Not bad for your first time.”
“My heart is like a blank sheet. And I draw something sweet. Sometimes it s a growing bliss To keep blowing a tender kiss! Meu coração é como um papel em branco Onde pinto e bordo, sem muito solavanco. As vezes mesmo sinto esse enorme prazer ao mergulhar num mar de coisas pra fazer!”
“This was how a kiss was supposed to feel—electric and pulsing and smoky all at once, like you d discovered a new source of fuel that could warm you from within.”
“She touched the back of his hand, tracing with one finger the curving course of a vein from knuckle to wrist. Then she took his wrist and squeezed it hard, and the feel of him in her hand made her wonder what the rest of him would be like. Neither of them, for a moment, could look the other in the face. Then Inman pulled his hand away and took his hat off and spun it by the brim into the air. He caught it and flipped his wrist and sent it skimming through the door to land inside where it would. They both smiled, and Inman put one hand to Ada s waist and the other to the back of her head. Her hair was in a loose upsweep, held with a clasp, and it was the cold nacre that Inman s fingers touched as he tipped her head to him for the kiss that had eluded them the day before.”
“I swore that I wouldn t kiss you again. Obviously I can’t keep my promises, even to myself. Not when it comes to you.”