In a way he made me think of a child doll, with briliant faintly red-brown glass eyes - a doll that had… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
When I see you, I miss your smile. When I see your smile, I miss your hug. When you hug me, I… — Lars Propst Copy Share Image
America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning. — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer… — John Green Copy Share Image
Our Father awaits us with great zeal and desire, and with love He will see us returning from afar, and He will… — Tikhon of Zadonsk Copy Share Image
I heard you're a player. So lets play a game. Let's sweet talk. Let's fight. Let's talk 24/7. Let's tell eachother good… — Amanda Copy Share Image
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I love you." lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
Great hatred can be concealed in the countenance, and much in a kiss. — Publilius Syrus Copy Share Image
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I have caught more ills from people sneezing over me and giving me virus infections than from kissing dogs. — Barbara Woodhouse Copy Share Image
Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, “Your time is coming to an end, you pathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I am a lady young in beauty waiting Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss. — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
“She smiled at me with those brilliant sparkling eyes, the kind that draw you in, that take part of your soul. Her… — Finn Eccleston Copy Share Image
And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
Have you ever wanted to kiss someone so much? Where your chest is tight and your throat is closed? And your fingers… — Summer Copy Share Image
