Quote by Robert Burns Download Open image ““Ae Fond Kiss”” — Robert Burns ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“There is a secret language in every kiss that brings us into the light, every kiss is a history within itself” — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
“The kiss deepens, our hearts pounding in unison. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a confession, a surrender, a reckoning.” — Tricia Newlan Copy Share Image
“This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't yet… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“This kiss was of a different taste. Instead of the raw, angry, tear-salted heat we had both felt before, it was a kiss of… — Katlyn Charlesworth Copy Share Image
“one transcendent kiss that later makes lovers take soft breaths, holding hands” — Lori L. Otto Copy Share Image
“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… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“This is a kiss worthy of a blood-soaked battlefield, a kiss born out of tragedy and misery and death and loss. A kiss that… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from… — Susan Catalano Copy Share Image
“He cupped my face between his hands, and when our lips touched, his skin felt soft and warm. It was the smallest, gentlest, most… — Antony John Copy Share Image
Kiss is autograph of luv, music of affection and sign of seduction. — Butterfly_Kisses Copy Share Image
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
