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“A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child s kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.”

— Ellen Hopkins, Share via Whatsapp

“I hope I haven t given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls, Share via Whatsapp

“Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight just a touch in the fire burning so bright no I don t wanna mess this thing up I don t wanna push too far just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I ve been waiting for my whole life but baby I m alright with just a kiss goodnight”

— Lady Antebellum, Lady Antebellum, Share via Whatsapp

“All you have to go on is the faith of a kiss.”

— Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt, Share via Whatsapp

“Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.”

— Allyse Near, Fairytales for Wilde Girls, Share via Whatsapp

“As to my mouth, of all my features, I wish I could possess my mouth again, just as it had been before the fire. I had my mother’s lips, generous below and above; and what kissing I had practiced, mainly on my hand or on a lonely pig, had convinced me that my lips would be the source of my good fortune. I would kiss with them, and lie with them, I would make victims and willing slaves of anyone my eyes desired, simply by talking a little, and following the talk with kisses, and the kisses with demands. And they’d melt into compliance, everyone of them, happy to perform the most demeaning acts as long as I was there to reward them with a long, tongue-tied kiss when they were done. But the fire didn’t spare my lips; it took them too, erasing them utterly.”

— Clive Barker, Mister B. Gone, Share via Whatsapp

“See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? ”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Hutchinson, Share via Whatsapp

“When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don’t even have to kiss to have fireworks go off.”

— Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me, Share via Whatsapp

“If you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.”

— Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright, Share via Whatsapp

“With kisses like that, I wish this was the Universe where you were my soulfinder.”

— Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal, Share via Whatsapp

“I cupped her chin and tilted it back, deepening the kiss, wanting to somehow claim her very soul. Funny thing was, it was my soul that was being claimed, my breath that was being stolen, and my heart that was pounding crazy fast in my chest.”

— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Return, Share via Whatsapp

“And it sucks, because I want to kiss her. It s infuriating how perfect it would be to kiss her right now, perched on a cannon on a pirate ship under the stars. That sounds like something off the pages of an adventure novel. But my life isn t one of those stories. My story is a hurricane, and here with Swift is just the eye.”

— Emily Skrutskie, The Abyss Surrounds Us, Share via Whatsapp

“It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber, Until I realised that it was you who held me under.”

— Florence And The Machine, Share via Whatsapp

“It was at first almost as if he hadn t wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she d wanted to do since the first time she d seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings”

— Cassandra Clare, Share via Whatsapp

“Damn, her mouth was a weapon.”

— Kelly Moran, Tracking You, Share via Whatsapp

“I’ve been kissed by men who did a very good job. But they don’t give kissing their whole attention. They can’t. No matter how hard they try parts of their minds are on something else. Missing the last bus—or their chances of making the gal—or their own techniques in kissing—or maybe worry about jobs, or money, or will husband or papa or the neighbors catch on. Mike doesn’t have technique . . . but when Mike kisses you he isn’t doing anything else. You’re his whole universe . . . and the moment is eternal because he doesn’t have any plans and isn’t going anywhere. Just kissing you.”

— Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land, Share via Whatsapp

“At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense.”

— Hermann Hesse, Share via Whatsapp