Kissing Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

“It was six years' worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.

— Maggie Stiefvater

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

— Maggie Stiefvater

I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved…

— Maggie Stiefvater

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a…

— Maggie Stiefvater

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“Kissing's a lot like laughing. If the joke's funny, it doesn't matter how long it's been since you last heard one.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something…

— Maggie Stiefvater

whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going…

— Maggie Stiefvater

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed…

— Maggie Stiefvater

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she…

— Maggie Stiefvater

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had…

— Maggie Stiefvater

If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more…

— Maggie Stiefvater

Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each…

— Maggie Stiefvater

I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’…

— Maggie Stiefvater

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his…

— Maggie Stiefvater

Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of…

— Maggie Stiefvater