“Por una mirada un mundo; por una sonrisa, un cielo; por un beso…¡yo no sé qué te diera por un beso!”
“Of course one kiss changes things. If it s done right, a kiss changes everything.”
“Why would I want to watch other people kissing, I say, when I could be kissing you?”
“For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don t push the memory away... This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning.”
“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love s coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man s son doth know. What is love? Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth s a stuff will not endure.”
“I won’t touch you,” I assured him, knowing I could throw a burst of energy that would undoubtedly drop the curtain on the moment. “I have it under control.” He traced the line of my clavicle with this finger and kissed the corners of my mouth. “Not even if I ask? I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene.”
“Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That s what time is like.”
“Not that kind of cheating, Mags said. More like...skipping ahead. If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person--you should have to work for that first kiss.”
“I guess it’s time.” While Cress’s thoughts continued to churn through the horrible things that could happen to her, she felt herself being suddenly spun around and dipped backward, a supportive arm scooping beneath her back. She yelped and caught herself on Thorne’s shoulder. Then he was kissing her.”
“Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I d done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.”
“As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.”
“Are you going to kiss me? I blabbered stupidly. I m working up the nerve, he said softly.”
“I wanted more of those sweltering kisses. I felt terrible about that. But the warm sunny fragrance of him...he smelled better than any human being I d ever met. Okay I said unsteadily, forget what I said about not exchanging names. Who are you? For you, honey...I m trouble. -Haven & Hardy”
“How she felt when he kissed her- like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.”
“And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.”
“I love you Anna Covey, he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn t a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.”
“I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.”