Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The End.
Peter Falk, The Princess Bride
Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The End.
If you kiss on the first date and it’s not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes it’s better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.
When [he] 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…it’s overwhelming.
One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.
you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
A kiss is not a contract, but it’s very nice.
You said you were going to see me later, and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we’d do it everyday for the rest of our lives.
Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything.
I think they should invent a new word… a word that describes how you feel before you kiss someone. I think it’s like when a bird decides that it can fly.
I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
I’m going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them.